I just typed up 3 letters for Andy. I typed while he dictated letters to his brother’s girlfriend Jenny, his pal Mary, and his folks.

Got a letter from Bob he got my letter from Nevada and says his brother who recently died, designed all their slot machines. Now here’s the funny part. In my letter to him from Nevada, I bullshitted him by telling him I was sorry to hear his cellmate beat/raped him (or tried to), expecting him to say he had no idea what I was talking about in his next letter to me. Well, I guess something really did happen. I don’t know what, as he wouldn’t get into it, but he said something about telling other inmates about it and that they nearly beat the guy to death. I thought he was getting along just fine with this newer cellmate, but I guess not.

I decided yes, I will send Bob pages here and there of typed-up journals. They really do serve no purpose and rather than ditch them, they’ll go to someone who’ll read them and who has nothing better to do, anyway.

I cut out some old pages to make new CD labels and wrote their titles/artists on them to make them more readable. I also cut out pieces that were typed on several different colored sheets of paper. Wish I had a journal with these color pages.

So, this is the month I’m supposed to conceive, huh? Well, we’ll see, but I doubt it.

Guess that’s pretty much it for now.