January 28

Another weekend coming up. My 6th last one. I had hoped to sleep it all away on Serax but, alas, it was not to be … Sandy didn’t show up today as I had hoped.  I’m a-getting’ annoyed with this.

Lorrie went to court today and got some good news. It looks like the cops fucked up getting the warrants so everything could be dropped.  He goes back next Friday to find out for sure.  I was hoping he would bring back some valium, but it didn’t happen … As I see how his case unfolds, I’m realizing that I could have beaten my charges with a better lawyer, oh well, too late now …

I was pissed off this morning.  [Supervisor] and [Counselor] were planning an inspection, and Bubba was being a pathetic suck up.  He took all the clothes out of my room.  He’s a fucking jellyfish … I was talking to Ian, and he says he’ll have most of my cash together when I get out.

… Blue Rodeo is playing Charlottetown, and tickets go on sale tomorrow.  What a time to be in jail.  I’m going to try and get in touch with George to see if he can get a couple for me.  I don’t wanna ask my mother.  If worse comes to worse, I hope they’re not sold out before I get out.  I really want to see them …

Mark’s been sick the last few days – the flu, I guess.  Hope I don’t get it, but I always seem to get everything that goes around … after tomorrow I’ll have only forty days left, dreams of freedom fill my head.

January 29

It wasn’t a bad day for a Saturday.  I took my 2 blue pills last night and I went to sleep easily.  I got a new book from Dave D., “The Testament – John Grisholm”.  Dave also brought in the Halifax paper, so I read that and killed an hour and a half and then I called Mike [me, his brother] and talked to him for a while.  I think I get along better with him than anyone else in the family.  He offered to send me Office 97 which I’m interested in learning.

…  I’m trying to get George’s number so I can get him to get me tickets for Blue Rodeo.  Lorrie could get it for me, but he doesn’t like George, so he won’t get it for me. What’s the big fucking deal.  I’m hoping George can help me out a bit when I get out of here.  I’m down to 40 days now, that’s not long … short time they call it.

January 30

Another weekend has passed.  It wasn’t too bad except that I could [not] get to sleep last night till 6:30 am.  But I stayed up most of the day today so I should be able to sleep tonight, if not I’ll have [to] get my own pills in …

I had a newspaper to read and some crossword puzzles to do so the day went by all right.  I’ve only got five more weekends left … mum and dad came in to visit.  I wasn’t expecting them and I didn’t really want to see them.  I’m so sick of their analysis of my life.  I suppose I was kind of rude to them – yes and no answers: but they annoyed me so much in the past that I just can’t deal with them.  They asked if I wanted them to come in again and I said no.  I guess that was rude, but I really don’t want any more visits.  They just aggravate me.  Just let me finish my time and get out and all will work out ok, that’s how I see it.