I got to see my friend through the window yesterday, it was a tonic! It cheered me up. Now though I have anxiety through the roof.

They've lost two pairs of jeans in the past two weeks. Plus some small implements like a tweezers, and a small mirror. But I'm worried my friend will be terribly pissed off at me because I asked him to send me 10 one liters of soda. I hope he won't get upset. Life is just easier here with lots of soda. It gives me a reason to get up in the morning.

I have one pair of pants left, but they're like black denim, opaque and kind of tight.

I don't know what to do about my missing pants. Lean heavier on the laundry staff I guess, in a polite way.