Tammy said there’s no way they can extradite me no matter if Arizona refuses me or not. They gave me written permission to be here.

She’s gonna have Sheila (from Greenfield) contact me about working a deal out. Maybe I can write to her. Sheila’s cool, so I’m sure she won’t give me any trouble.

She’s also gonna blast out Stacey and give her hell for the shit she’s pulled on me. Believe me, she can sound quite intimidating.

There’s a fucking cricket chirping in the vent above my bed. I know they’re harmless and better than these huge sewer roaches, but they’re obnoxious cuz they jump out at you and freak you out when you least expect it.

Little House on the Prairie comes on soon, but I should hit the sack.

The lawnmowers come tomorrow and now that it’s not so hot, they come around 9 AM. That’s about when I want to get up. If you want to sleep late, you really have to put on the radio. You’ll hear kids screaming their way off to school and the maintenance guys talking. Other people, too. Not always, but usually. The only other thing that sucks is the kids screaming outside after school and on weekends, but I do like it here so much better than in 163. This building’s quieter.

I hope Jane, that deaf girl, calls this week.