3:22 am. I have lost my iPhone, the “new” one. It might be somewhere in the bedclothes. Maybe one of the negroes took it? I should have stripped and made the bed before doing anything elseI think I caught an hour or two of sleep in the afternoon, but now I sort of don’t want to go to sleep. It’s not having Moki here. The loneliness is terrible. Even a crippled, dying Moki was better than no Moki at all.
3:33 am. Ah, but here is Moki’s phone. I couldn’t find that earlier. If I cannot find mine, I’ll see if T-Mobile can get me a SIM card with my 929 number.
