I woke up this morning, slightly disoriented, brewed a cup of green tea and then went to the gym to exercise. After that, I went to the chow hall and ordered a double scrambled with cheese and brought the eggs back to my room; I ate the scrambled eggs, and a bowl of high-fiber, low-carb, whole grain cereal with milk and I infused another glass of green tea and then I ate tuna mixed with light miracle whip with red wine vinegar sprinkled on top. I washed an apple to take with me to work, set the apple on my desk, walked back to the sink and shaved, brushed, gurgled, primped and groomed. I am such a handsome man; I stare at my face in the mirror while I mould my hair into a stylish spiked manner, and then put on my uniform. First I put on my socks, then my shirt, then pants, then blouse, then shoes, then hat. My room is somewhat messy, but I have all weekend to clean it (and chances are slim that they will inspect rooms today—they inspected them yesterday.) I bring a book with me, since I will do nothing all day except sit in a computer chair and perhaps chat with others or stare at the wall or bounce a tennis ball or check my email.