Assuming that the Friar guarding my cell, like the one who was so extravagantly kind to St. John, smuggles me pieces of paper and something to write with. And, excepting any mystical ecstasy that makes me only want to rewrite Song of Songs in impassioned vernacular Spanish, this is what I hope I would do:
1. Get really good at drawing my own hand while holding the writing utensil. Then get equally practiced drawing with the left hand.
2. Memorize the multiplication tables, perhaps through 100, depending on my inclination and attention span. Jail is hard on you, so I don't want to set the bar too high.
3. Sing a lot, but in a kind of exploratory ramble, the way 4-yr-olds do. Topics to cover: happy memories of when I wasn't imprisoned, leading to expressions of how I feel during the purgative experience while my soul is perfected in anticipation of mystical union with Jesus.
4. Finish my honors thesis.
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