47 Boredom Sets In
After a week of only sleeping a couple of hours each twenty-four, I began having periods of feeling very down and discouraged. And bored.
I didn’t have a TV or CD player or even a tape recorder in my room, and the more tired I became the more difficult it was to concentrate on reading.
Among my pastimes, I would watch a tortoise crawl by my window, probably the antithesis of watching extreme sports.
I also devised a game of dropping my souvenir metal links, courtesy of the bolt cutter, through the aluminum tube running the length of my shin.
During each of my very rough nights, I would so look forward to my morning wash-up and shampoo, and a change of clothes, in order to regain some vestige of humanity.
Phone calls from my family were the highlight of my day.
I also stayed in touch with my office back home. I felt the most "human” in early afternoon, for an hour or so, and then the downward cycle began again. So I had scheduled a call each day from my assistant at 2 pm, basically an update with work-related questions.
During this time of recuperation, I channeled my mind to supercede my direct circumstances in order to focus on the fact that Someone was slowing me down.
I didn’t have a TV or CD player or even a tape recorder in my room, and the more tired I became the more difficult it was to concentrate on reading.
Among my pastimes, I would watch a tortoise crawl by my window, probably the antithesis of watching extreme sports.
I also devised a game of dropping my souvenir metal links, courtesy of the bolt cutter, through the aluminum tube running the length of my shin.
During each of my very rough nights, I would so look forward to my morning wash-up and shampoo, and a change of clothes, in order to regain some vestige of humanity.
Phone calls from my family were the highlight of my day.
I also stayed in touch with my office back home. I felt the most "human” in early afternoon, for an hour or so, and then the downward cycle began again. So I had scheduled a call each day from my assistant at 2 pm, basically an update with work-related questions.
During this time of recuperation, I channeled my mind to supercede my direct circumstances in order to focus on the fact that Someone was slowing me down.
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