There’s a security override in effect right now. I hope Tom isn’t here yet waiting for me!

Starting on the 26th, Tom will be able to sign up for a whole half-hour visit if he wants to. We get a total of 1½ hours a week, but we were only allowed visitors for a half hour at a time. Not anymore. He can see me for an hour on Tuesday if he wants, and a half hour on Thursday.

Jill came by to ask people if they wanted to stay or not. I wonder why she never asks me. My 90 days are up on 3/7, and I’ll put in a tank requesting to remain in Ad-Seg for the duration of my sentence.

Nancy returned at 3:00. It was great to be able to sleep till 1:00, even if I had to get up for clothes exchange twice. The last time I slept late and woke up on my own was when Ida went to court.

As predicted, Nancy will be here for at least 60 days. It looks like, according to her public pretender, she’s going to get 3 years for the violation and about a year to run concurrently with that for fighting that pig.

Nancy said she was sure she fucked up her friend’s address, then found it on some paper, so I gave her another envelope and a piece of paper. She says she’ll pay me back. I’m not worried about it. It’s cheaper than bugging Tom to call her.

Tom said he might be here earlier, but I guess not because it’s already close to 4:00.

I wish I had more to write about since I don’t want to listen to music and miss hearing the call for my visit (Nancy’s asleep now, so she couldn’t listen for me).

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I’m scared shitless right now, even though Mena and Nancy say I shouldn’t be. Tom never made it to visit me today. There was a security override and no reports of car accidents, according to Mena, yet I’m still worried. Mena let me call home at 8:20, but there was no answer. I hope to God he was asleep and unable to hear the phone! I’d die if anything happened to that man! Mena says I’d have been notified by now if anything had happened, but being the worrywart I am, all kinds of possibilities run through my head, like what if he’s in that house dead from a heart attack and no one knows yet?

A part of me almost feels like telling him that as much as I love seeing him, just write till I get out and don’t visit because it drives me crazy with worry when he’s late or doesn’t show up.

Because I slept so well today, I know I won’t get shit for sleep tomorrow. Nancy crashed after dinner and I know she’ll be up early and I know she’ll wake me up, too.

Half the pod hates us now. Everyone in the big cell next door, and probably the one downstairs too, isn’t too happy with us. Nancy’s considering signing herself out to the dorms because she can’t stand being with so many kiddy molesters. She was yelling out the door at Myra, then we were both yelling at the religious quacks for holding up dinner when we were starving. It was totally rude of them.

Mena came in and lectured Nancy about judging Myra.

When we finally got our dinner, Mindy, Lisa, Silvia and Carol next door, yelled at us for yelling at the religious ladies. The thing they were particularly mad at was my telling them to beat it because we were hungry. They yelled at Nancy for that and I let Mena know that I was the one that had said that.

“Tell them,” she told me.

So I went up to their door and tried to tell them, but before I could get more than a few words out, Mindy was screaming for me to get away from the door, slapping at it in a threatening way. That’s when Mena yelled, “Hey!” and opened their door. She yelled at them, saying they were just as bad and told them all to shut up.

If anyone has to hate me while I’m here, I’m glad it’s those in big cells so I don’t have to worry about getting stuck in there with them. I’d hope they’d be threatening me if someone tried to put me in with them, but if they didn’t, I’d either remind the DO that they did earlier or I’d do the threatening myself. Again, a part of me wants to go back to A, but I don’t want to have to have 2 cellies.

Ad-Seg can be so crazy! Nobody fights like Ad-Seg girls do.