At first I thought, poor man. I hope he feels better soon.
Then, after a week or so I thought, poor man. If this isn't over soon we're going to have to build a spare bedroom just for him-in the backyard.
Now, after 3 weeks of this, I'm thinking, poor man. Someone really needs to put him out of his misery.
Florence Nightingale I'm not. Nor am I feeling very creative at the moment. Unless you count the ways I've imagined putting him out of his misery; those have been creative....
I wonder, do they allow laptops in prison?