January 1, 1999

It is now 1999, 12:05 am and I must say that this is the worst new year’s I’ve ever had.  And probably the only one I’ll remember.  New Years eve without drugs just isn’t any fun. 

I was hoping to get some pills tonight but somebody else got them first.  I shouldn’t have waited so long to ask for them. 

I asked about moving to another unit today. The constant rap music and remote hogging is driving me crazy.  I told Rob I was thinking about moving and I think he convinced me to stay.  We’re in this thing together now.  So, I’m glad that 1998 is gone and I ….