I didn’t fall asleep till 11:30 this morning and was sooo pissed when a bird pecking on the outside of the bedroom wall woke me up 4 hours later. What is it with the fourth hour of my sleep being so cursed? Most of the times I’ve been woken up it’s been during the fourth hour. And more so, what is it with my being woken up more often in a house in a rural town versus a house in the heart of a giant city??

Anyway, when I first woke up I said to myself, “Please just be a dream.” I got up and looked out front, but no one was there. Then I remembered Tom telling me that some of the door-knocking dreams we’ve had are actually real and how he caught a bird pecking on the house one time which sounded exactly like someone knocking, and it does, though once I heard it a second time I could tell it was a bird. I had just been drifting back off to sleep when it made its second round on the bedroom wall. I scared it away when I rustled the blinds on one of the windows. Again I was about to nod off when it made its third knock. I slammed the wall by my head real hard and it was gone for good, but I worry that this is going to be a regular problem which is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous! Why must I be woken up by shit like this? How I wish I could stay on days!!

Got mail from both Bob and Mary. Mary just sent drafts. She doesn’t say much these days, but then again, when you’re in jail, how much can you possibly have to say anyway? I guess she’s just been taking classes and writing.

Bob hasn’t heard from Kim, but as I told him, thanks but no thanks. I really don’t want to bother with her. In fact, I don’t know why I even bothered sending her the letter. I’ll either make money from home or I won’t make any at all.

He also says it’s already gotten cold there at night, then he shocked me by saying he has to walk half a mile to meals rain or shine. I wonder why so far?