Room Log 12:00

The air smelt strange this morning.
The Sean slept as usual, no disturbance to be noted. After his morning ritual he verbalized harsh sounding tones to the inhabitants across the hall. His light-machine lit up their room, they were upset and reiterated his harsh tones.
Midnight- The Sean traversed to the washing center (a diurnal process). Seeking revenge or for enjoyment the creatures across the way invaded his room, absconded with his clothes, and attempted a covert robbery of his only possession in the shower- his big cloth. Their mission was deemed successful, shouts of joy rang loud. The Sean felt otherwise, and re-vocalized his crude sentences rhyming with "muck".
One o'clock- The Sean rests, rather earlier than usual-so I too must now rest.