The fucking water is to be off on the 31st from 9 a.m. to 1 p.m. which is just fucking ridiculous even though I’ll be asleep through most of it.

Even though I don’t expect it to do me any good, I sent a message complaining about all the nighttime flying to the email address I was given by the McClellan Airport on Facebook.

Kind of tired today and hoping it’s not the steroid treatment. Otherwise, I’m doing laundry and soon I’ll do the grocery list.

Lost 4 lbs so far. So one more pound and then my dumbass body will go into reset mode.

Last night I had a dream that I was in this really strange jail, though I don’t know why. I sat alone at a picnic-like table in a small gym. At the end of the table, a radio sat playing a different version of a song I knew well, whatever that was. I turned the volume down at one point so I could hear the officer talking who would eventually come and speak with me about why I was there.

Behind the gym was a small field in which those who had been arrested were packed in, sitting on the ground in rows. There were about a couple hundred people. I knew that inside the jail there was a section for those who’d been sentenced. An older couple that may have been lawyers that encouraged someone to get into illegal gambling was arrested. The couple seemed very calm and the guy shrugged nonchalantly and said, “Happens sometimes,” as if to say it was no big deal.

As he was being led through the gym and to the backyard, I said, “All you have to do is say you didn’t know. Then again, isn’t it best to just say nothing at all?”

So I sat in the gym overnight and then once the sun came up, I was just outside the back of the gym where the yard was now empty. I was talking to some woman and getting a sense of my surroundings.

The woman said, “That’s the back,” pointing to the field, “and that’s the front.” A road ran by the front and the area in general looked kind of rural-ish.