Chambers asked me if I knew any more jokes and I gave her my joke sheet to check out.

Brea will probably be on tomorrow.

Bryant was on last night and I laughed really loud on two of her walks, just like Mary and I did. Even Marilyn was laughing.

Julia’s gone home and Peaches (Jane), who’s supposedly Kim’s aunt, is down there now. There’s someone new in 5 too, but I don’t know who.

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Off goes Chambers and on comes Futch. Chambers went into all the cells and did a half-assed search. Thank God it was a half-assed search, or else I’d have lost my spare panties and socks. I’d rather lose those, though, than my juice bottle. She did, however, take my extra towel because we were “too clean and no fun and she had to take something.” Marilyn will leave me her extra towel and I’ll exchange it on Monday.

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Not a bad dinner tonight by jailhouse standards. The meat patty, though God knows what it was, was pretty edible, and the rice wasn’t dry and stuck together for a change, either.

Marilyn slept most of the afternoon, but now she’s sitting in front of me drinking an endless amount of water and will probably sit there guzzling till the nurse comes at around 8:00. She’d get out from under my nose if I asked her to, but as long as she doesn’t bug me when I’m trying to listen to the radio, I’ll live with it because tomorrow’s her last day anyway. She really is one of the best cellies I’ve had, though, and I will miss her.

I had food stuck between my teeth and I flossed it out using a few strands of hair. I know it’s gross, but it worked.

That’s the second time the fire alarm’s gone off.

This is the longest Palma’s gone without working here since I came back to M. When will she be back? I want to give her these joke sheets and I want to see her before I leave.

From Marilyn: What kinds of birds don’t fly?

Jailbirds.

As much as I’d love to move down to the bottom bunk after Marilyn leaves, I won’t chance it. It’d be nice to get someone in here that I was compatible with who had a lower bunk slip. Then we wouldn’t get pulled unless someone was fighting with someone somewhere, or Jackson and Jill came in to play house with us again.

So far, Ida’s been my longest-running celly and that was the longest I was in the same cell consistently (29 days).

Sharon’s definitely the best nurse. She’s totally cool. She says she ought to be here Monday evening and to ask her then if my new inhaler is on her cart.

As far as Tom and I sleeping together when I get home – I don’t know what to do or when to do it. I think I’d like that to be his call unless he says otherwise. I trust his judgment. Me – I have poor judgment because I so rarely get to make my own decisions in life.