March 11

Today I got my own room which is a great relief as I hate sharing a room.  The guy I was in with yesterday is alright, but I like my privacy.

I got a letter today from the Minister of Education, Chester Gillam.

He asked for more information and said that he will discuss the matter with officials from the Department of Justice.  He seems willing to help and for that I am very pleased.

… I wrote several letters today: 

to Zeke (sent him some Skittles), [my daughter, my son], and Anne. 

Every once in a while, I go on a letter writing spree.  Tomorrow, I hope to reply to Chester Gillam and perhaps write to Richard B. 

Also today, I wrote a letter for one of the guys here; a complaint about the nurse (bitch).  She cut him off his Zanax and made some rude comments to him.  Very unprofessional of her.  He sent on copy to [Counselor] and I’ve suggested that he send another to the Nurses Union.  Somebody has to straighten out that miserable fucking bitch.

The tournaments started here today.  So far I’ve advanced one level in Crib and got a bag of Skittles from [Guard 4 for the snooker tournament in medium.

I found out from George N. that there aren’t any crossword puzzles here, so again I will pursue the matter.  Eventually they’re going to have to give in.  What a sweet victory that will be.

My mother and father came to visit this evening.  It was nice to see them, but I didn’t really have any news for them about parole or anything (I hadn’t reviewed my letter at that point).  Afterwards I got a full strip search (feet, ears, mouth) from that blonde haired prick whose name I can’t remember (Warren B., that’s it). He didn’t search Doug at all.

I saw [Guard 2] on the way back and asked him when I could go back to medium.  I was surprised when he said, “in a week or so.”  Earlier today I was told by Elsie that they would probably never take me back there.

I’m not finding it as bad here in minimum this time around.  Most of the guys seem to be ok.  I may commit myself to staying for a few weeks.  It is noisy here and the guards are more intrusive?? But I think I can hack it for a few weeks.  (This morning Lana told me to get up and make?? the bed and then go back to bed!  What a stupid idea!)

I think I’ve been moved around more times than anybody in recent Sleepy Hollow history.  I’m getting well known for that, especially by the kitchen staff.  I’m well known throughout the jail for these things I do, but it keeps things interesting for me.  Yesterday I saw Stacey B. for a minute in lockup.  I guess he’s not all that well liked, but he and I have always gotten along fine.  If I do move to max, I suppose I’ll be seeing him.

I haven’t seen any TV since I came here.  There’s just too many people here.  And we can’t stay up late like we did in medium.  I guess that’s the price I pay for writing silly requests, but it was worth it cause the memories are priceless and mine to keep forever.  Of all that’s happened in the past two years, I don’t regret much.  Now that the worst is over, I’m richer for having experienced it all.  That, to me, is what life is all about.

March 12

This morning Elsie woke me up and told me to make my bed and then I could go back to bed, but just with one blanket over me!?!  What a retarded idea.  I did it though cause I didn’t feel like pissing her off this morning.  This afternoon we had a talk about the book policy.  I think we reached some sort of agreement that if I could prove that I needed an educational book for the technical writing course she would allow me to have it brought in.  I’ll test her on that next week.  No luck with the cross worlds through.

Stacey came in this afternoon. I wasn’t at all expecting him here, but it’s good to have him here.  I guess he was pretty fucked up when he did the stabbing, but he seems ok to me now.  I hope that he gets his shit together.

Thane M. was in the building today but again he dodged me.  What an asshole.

I’m getting to know the guys here.  Seems like most of them are alright, easy to get along with.  Tonight all of us watched South Park.

And I called [my wife] again and confirmed that she’s a bitch.  Sounds like she expects me to be paying child support while you are in jail. And expects me to live in Souris and work in the fish plant or some bullshit job.  I’m getting the feeling that she’s using the kids as a weapon against me.  She’s so fucking sick in the head.  I’m sure now that we’ll never be together again.  I just hope she doesn’t fuck up my parole application.  I don’t even like to think about her because if I get involved in her head games it will only make my time longer.  I’m beginning to understand why the word ex-wife is synonymous with cunt.

March 13

I lost out on all the tournaments today.  No skittles.  All the games were close but still no skittles.  And I managed to stay up all day without taking a nap.  I think that means I like it here better than last time.

Doug was talking about his mental health and how he is ordered to take urine and blood tests by the courts.  He’s also had shock treatment which, I gather, is very unpleasant.  It was interesting to hear him talk about it.

I almost manipulated (?) Georgina into looking up the eye care policy in the policies and procedures book but she didn’t get around to doing it.  Oh well, worth a try anyway.

Rob gave me his pill tonight (novaran).  I think I got a bit of a buzz from it.  I think I did.  I miss getting high.  Yeah, I do.