November 21

Even the best laid plans sometimes go astray, and so it was today that we didn’t get our dope.  Disappointment and frustration would be two prominent emotions of the day.  I’m just glad it’s over.

November 22

Well, I got a call from the Nurses Association.  They want me to put my complaint in writing.  And maybe they’ll do something.  They also said that they never received the last letter I sent (about 2 months ago) and they didn’t get Frankie’s letter either.  This place is so fucking crooked.  And Sput told me that [Counselor], the giant bitch, chewed him out for letting me call the Nurses Association.

I also called a lawyer today, Paul M., to see if he can do something about the restriction of access to educational materials.  It might cost me some money but it’s worth it if I can make them back down.  But I suppose that will eliminate the possibility of me getting a Christmas pass or a T.A. for treatment.  I won’t let that bother me though … I notice that all the guards seem to be on my side.  I guess everybody hates [nurse1], it’s no wonder. I hope her husband beats the shit out of her tonight, she deserves it.

… Went to church tonight.  They had some guys in to sing some songs, and I actually liked one of their songs, “mold me”, too bad it’s a god song, cuz I’ll never hear it again. 

I was talking to Jolene after.  I won’t be surprised if she’s in again for breach of probation before I get out.  Oh well, it’s her life. 

After that it was a boring evening.  I’m getting tired of the monotony.  I think that I need a change, maybe by going to medium or getting some dope and staying here … hopefully the latter … I wrote letters to [my son, daughter, and wife], and Zeke too.

I sent the Pokemon cards and Cadburys coupon.  It only takes a few minutes to write a letter but it means a lot to them.  Wish I were there …

 … has quit her job and apparently her plan for the future is to get stamps and draw pogey.  … I guess in Souris that’s normal!

 The girls weren’t allowed to go to church tonight, apparently because they stayed too long last week.  I guess they have to put up with a lot of shit too.

November 23

I didn’t have much luck with the lawyers today.  I spoke to Paul M. and Don M.  They both said it would cost a lot of money to look into it, research the policies, etc.  I guess I’ll have to try a different approach. 

Today I wrote letters to Wes MacAleer and John Pickets asking if I could meet with them personally to discuss the ‘policies’ here.  I probably wasted my ink.  …

[Counselor] hasn’t been answering my requests so I filled one out today that said, “I’m a woman in a man’s body and I want to be transferred to the female unit” (I got this from a story in the paper about a guy in the pen who got a transfer because he’s getting a sex change). That should get her attention.  I get a kick out of tormenting her because its so easy to pull her strings. She’s so predictable.

 … I got a letter from Jimmy (we all did except for Whip) he says the food is really bad over there.  I also got my complaint forms from the Nurses Union.  I’m waiting till tomorrow to fill it out because I requested to see the doctor and I want to see if she allows me to see him.  If not, we got something else to add to my complaint.  I hate that fucking bitch.  If murder was legal, I’d take my place in line to kill her …

I also got a letter from the parole board telling me that it will be 3 or 4 months before they make a decision (by which time I’ll be out anyway).  What good is that?  Another bunch of assholes I have to deal with …