December 23

[Guard1] continues to fuck me around.  Bubba called me down to admitting and cut my bracelet off.  Apparently, [Guard1] saw it and whined to [Counselor], who gave the orders to Bubba.  So, fucking childish.  At least, afterwards, Bubba gave him a blast about who’s in charge of this unit.  [Guard1] is such a fucking goof and he’s making a fool of himself to all the staff, but I’ll have the last laugh, ha ha …

We might be getting some pills tomorrow but just Valium-type stuff.  Kinda disappointing but better than nothing.  My biggest worry now is getting some newspapers brought in by the guards cause there won’t be any papers this weekend

… there was an article in todays paper with [Counselor] saying that they try to do as much as they can for the inmates at Christmas.  What a bunch of bullshit, the lying cunt.  She doesn’t give a fuck about any of us.  So I’ve written a letter to the editor in response which I hope I can get out and get published

December 24, 11:30 pm

It’s almost Christmas and here I sit in jail again.  No letter from Santa today.  Jason got a card from John Collins, but he didn’t send me one.  Bubba gave out cigars to everyone except me. 

And there was no package for us this morning.  Jolene got out too and didn’t leave a letter for me like I hoped she would.  Maybe she doesn’t like me anymore.

I was talking to [my wife].  She’s not coming in tomorrow.  Actually, I was surprised when I heard she was.  The kids opened their presents and they liked them.  I told [my wife] to ask mum to bring me some cigarettes and newspapers since it says in the paper that we can exchange gifts.  I don’t expect to get them though … 

We had church again tonight, so I was able to talk to my friend and get [Counselor] to look for the package.  Also, Ian said he was going to see Anne this evening.  I wouldn’t be surprised if that falls apart, but I’m a hoping.

… I’m looking forward to seeing the family tomorrow.

December 25

Another fucking Christmas in jail, and this must be the worst day I’ve ever had in here. 

I had a good visit with the kids, but an hour isn’t long enough.  After that I just wanted to get a [?]. 

There were four different people who were supposed to get pills in.  Every one of them fucked up.  Of course, they got some hash in, but I don’t smoke hash and they don’t give a fuck about anyone but themselves.  I’d do a favor for anyone, but they won’t just get a few pills in for me.  I thought I had made some good friends here, but when it comes to drugs it’s every man for himself.  I’ve been trying to work with my connections since August, and I still haven’t gotten anything in.

Today I’m just extremely disappointed and frustrated.  And I can see another fuck-up coming tomorrow.  This shit never ends.  And I gotta put in another 75 fuckin days to get out of this place.

December 26

Another shitty never-ending day.  I found out that Jason did get some V’s [valium] yesterday and kept them all for himself.  What a fucking piece of shit.  A few weeks ago, he came back with some D’s from Summerside and did them all himself too.  He’s no fucking good.  I hope he gets sent back to medium soon.  We don’t need guys like that here. … Also, our visitor didn’t show up tonight so there’s nothing going on tomorrow.  I knew that would happen. I only hope next weekend is not as bad as this one.  And I’m glad that tomorrow is Monday ‘cause Mondays always seem to go by well.

Last night Mikie brought me in a National Post and gave it to me at lock-up but they guy who was working overnight (Dave) asked to borrow it.  I said OK but give back when you’re done.  When I got up this morning it was gone.  I was really pissed off about that.  What a fucking bastard.  That paper was the only thing that I had to look forward to today.  But luckily [Guard 3] came in with the Sunday Herald to ease my stress a bit.  Well, I hope next weekend is better cause I just can’t cope with another weekend in here.  So what if it was Christmas, it makes no difference in here.