Living in a tent and liking to read, It becomes evident how important the proper lighting is. I find that reading by the feeble light from a flickering candle becomes torturous. This must have been the reason for the invention of eye glasses. Then I tried to read by the glow of an oil lamp. Sure the light was better and more constant, but I was overcome by fumes and began to feel sick. It could be the reading material, but I’m convinced it is the fumes. Then I moved on to the flashlight I had brought with me to find my poo bucket at night. However, by the third chapter I didn’t have enough light to see my book and had to wait until morning to take a dump. I think I will just move back home and ask my old man to give another chance. At least I can get some reading done and maybe some laundry. Damn my socks stink.