October 22

Jim went for sentencing today but it was put off again for 2 more weeks.

October 23

My pen ran out of ink last night.  What happened yesterday was that I called Carl and Tracy, the … bitch, told the guard that they didn’t want me calling there anymore.  Carl, it would seem, is a fucking asshole.  I thought we were friends from way back.  It’s so frustrating dealing with people on the outside from in here.  Fuck em all, I guess.  But I’ll remember these things …

I got my du Maurier cigarettes yesterday.  What a cool scam that was! … I had control of the remote all day today.  Sweet.  The guys were all playing whist.  I watched a show, “Behind the Music”, about Ozzy.  That made my day right there.

The baseball game was on two, so we stayed up till 12:30.  It should be that way every night. … I’m kinda getting bogged down in War and Peace.  I find it hard to follow because there are so many characters in it and I still have 700 more pages to go …

I hope that [Guard 3] will bring in a paper tomorrow so I’ll have something to read.  Sunday is always such a long boring day here.  On the outside too as well, I suppose …

October 24

I spent the whole day reading newspapers and I enjoyed it.  I’m an information junkie. 

I also wrote a letter to Tyler and one to Jolene.  I hope she can go to church tomorrow so I can pass it to here (give it to her (!)) … I’m getting so tired of living with other guys.  Every time a good looking girl comes on the tv, you hear some stupid remark.  And everybody burps and farts.  Everybody laughs at the fart.  I shouldn’t be counting the days, but I just can’t help it.  It’s 1:35 now.

October 25

I’m so fucking sick of this place.  Every day is the same.  I’m sick of the food, sick of not being able to watch what I want on tv … it seems like this month will never end. 

I’ve given up on trying to get a package in.  It’s just too much trouble.  I should just forget about the world outside.  Just do my time and get the fuck out. …

There was hardly anybody in church tonight.  Frankie and Jason weren’t there.  There must be drugs around in medium.  Jolene wasn’t there either.  I guess she doesn’t love me anymore … hmmm.  I liked writing to her. 

None of the girls went to church tonight that’s unusual.  Maybe there was some kind of trouble down there … I’ve got an itch arse.  I hope it’s not the scabies … but I can’t stop scratching it.