Somehow I got to work a halfhour early this morning. Actually, I know how. I set my alarm a halfhour fast and managed to not notice that before I looked at the clock as I stepped off the train.

I guess I shouldn't say I got to work early. I prefered to go sit on the benches in front of the prison and read. I felt strikingly out of place. I'm afraid I will never cut the mustard as a stinking vagrant.