Midnight Musings

I lifted one of those new Driods off of a distracted American tourist on my last outing. When I go out, and I emphasize the when, they are much more cautious now, they stick to me like glue. I have someone with me at my side like a parent or a sibling, they dress trendy to play the part, and I suspect that they a tracker in my jacket.

I am currently hiding under the covers frantically typing away at this entry. The phone is in silent mode and it’s a touch screen so there are no keys but sometimes my fingernails make a little popping sound here and there. I feel like an eight year old trying to read my favorite book past bedtime with a flashlight in hand. Every little creek and knocking makes me hold my breath and pause. I am relatively sure there is no camera in my room, but I suspect that there are listening devices in case I talk in my sleep. I do not have an excessive habit of talking to myself out loud. I have made it a goal of mine to eliminate all talking or expression of any kind that could be recorded visibly or audibly. Once I master removing all outward signals like voice, body language, and facial expressions, I will work on creating false ones.

Anyhow, what I was getting to is that if they are listening to me right now they may be detecting an indistinct but constant tapping sound that has never before been heard. I was thinking that they must know about this blog. They wouldn’t very good agents if they didn’t. They watch me use the internet when I am out. I always use those internet shops that just have rows and rows of computers and I try to get one that has my back to a wall so no prying eyes can see where I go, but I can’t always control that. So if they are following my blog that would mean that they know that I am planning on spilling the beans the second I get there. Are they relying on my sudden but inevitable betrayal? Are they disappointed in me because of it?