We had an exceedingly strong storm come through last night. We lost our power through the night, causing too many of the grown men on our unit to act as if they were twelve years old.
The prison is
encircled by three tall cyclone fences, with a tree line, at its closest thirty
(my guess) to fifty (others guess) yards away.
The storm was so strong that leaves were ripped from the trees and
lodged in the fence.
I ran a mile this
morning and developed mucus seepage from my backside. I struggled with diarrhea and mucus
yesterday, a side effect from the Pirtobrutinib. I may have to go back to the adult diapers.
The cubist
self-portrait, maquette was finished while listening to The Devil Does Drugs by
My Life With The Thrill Kill Kilt. Does
it get any better than that?
The only problem
was the maquette was for me to work out the layout, and how I wanted to attack
the cubism. I may have, I am not
thrilled, tackled the layout. But the
so-called cubist design is up in the air.
I think I can
play off this, but it surely is not what I want as an ending result. I guess it eliminates two possibilities, as
started one way and finished another way.
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