The janitor again started scraping his shovel on the ground again. I'm not sure if it's supposed to be humorous, showing me he can wield a shovel in the dead of night.

My right knee hurts so badly I would cry if I could.

ETA The mouse (rats?) are digesting their food in my kitchen. I guess that's better than in my bedroom. I'm really depressed. The janitor with the shovel,
The mice (rats?), etc. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't know that I have a method, especially with my crippled knees. As always it's a matter of method.