March 5

My last weekend is finished. Yabba dabba do!  The guards are all calling me a short timer.  I’m on my way out, finally …

I’m sleeping really good lately.  I can easily stay in bed till dinner, and I had a good nap this afternoon.  I’ve had trouble sleeping during the day for the past two weeks but not today.  Maybe its cause I’ve got some plans made for when I get out.  I have a place to stay, Ian’s got money for me, and Wayne is going to pick me up.  The only thing left to do is call home tomorrow and argue with my parents about why I don’t want them to pick me up Friday and take me back to Souris (from one prison to another).  But Charlottetown is my home and if I’m going to stay on PEI, it’s gonna be here.  But I’ll have to get to Souris on Saturday cause Steven is expecting me and I can’t let him down again.  Everything’s gonna be alright.

March 6

3 more days left.  This one was alright.  I met with Sandy and he says he’ll write a letter showing that I’m well suited for learning if I was applying for a course.  He also said that he knows the manager at Slemon Park [Slemon Park is a business park in Summerside, Prince Edward Island, that hosts aerospace, manufacturing and public safety training] and would call him to see if there are any suitable positions there for me. He told me that he enjoyed our sessions, and I did enjoy them too.

… the girls didn’t show up in church, so we made the best of it. We sand the joy joy joy song and afterwards most of them shook my hand.  They’ve got some strange ideas, but they mean well … this evening, I called home and my mother kinda freaked when I told her I wasn’t going to Souris until Saturday.  I expect that they want to keep me under surveillance to ensure that I’m not drinking or using.  But the kids complicate things.  I have to see them and to do that I have to put up with my parents, and I don’t look forward to that.  I don’t have much money, but I don’t want to ask them for any.  At this moment, the most stressful thing in my life is dealing with my parents.  Everything else I can work around but I can’t handle the badgering and nagging about addiction.

… It looks like I might not see Jolene this week unless she goes outside. … I tried on my jeans today.  They’re tight but they still fit, that’s a relief.  I’ll be leaving here with one box of papers and one bag of clothes.  That’s not too bad.  Just 3 more days and 4 sleeps.

March 7

2 days left.  It’s getting so close I’m trying not to think about it too much but I’m worried about not having enough money.  Ian promised me at least $400 but when I called today, he only had $100.  I’m really counting on the four …

Lorrie went to court today and it’s been put off for another 2 weeks.  Neil isn’t happy about that.  He’s worried about sitting here till December, and rightfully so … I guess Jolene got out.  She didn’t even come outside and say hi.  That wasn’t very kind of her …

Sandy brought me a letter that he wrote for me to use when applying to college or for work.  He said that I’m in the 97th percentile overall for IQ and in the 99th percentile for verbal skills.  I’m sure I could do quite well as a writer.  He also knows the guy in charge of Slemon park and says he can call him for me.  Sandy has been very helpful and I appreciated it, since the rest are always fucking me around …

I wrote a letter to the RCMP to threaten them with legal action if they don’t have the accident removed from my record … we made a successful retrieval of some almost lost drugs today.  It was clever, the way we did it … Somebody fucked up with the medication blister packs so I’m getting double Atarax. Ha ha I’m not going to say anything …

Tomorrow, we get pancakes, the only breakfast I eat, ya-hoo.  I only have twow more breakfasts anyway cause I’m getting’ outta here Friday at 6:50 am.  I guess that TGIF thing will apply for that day.