This is day 3 of not hearing the door yeller, but she did call to Maria (I just ignored her) about going to court. They must’ve chatted through the vents when she was in here. Speaking of that damn bitch, it better go to Alpha, or else I’ll find a way to silence that loudmouth permanently.

First I was woken up for breakfast and then the nurse came in and asked twice if we had any medical tanks. When she saw she wasn’t getting any answer, she left. I don’t know why these fucking nurses come asking us for medical tanks when 10 minutes before, the DOs yell for us to put them in our doors if we have any. They need to balance their responsibilities better. It should be our responsibility to put our own medical tanks out, and they should worry more about getting people’s meds to them on time.

Anyway, that stupid bitch was the first to go out and it woke me up with its mouth at 9:00. We were last out. I could’ve slept until lunch. I can go back to sleep after brief interruptions, but this was a whole hour of screaming. By then I was too pissed to go back to sleep. I spared her no mercy on my hour out while she was trying to nap, although, with my shit luck, it never bothered her.

After that mouth got locked down, the new freeloader’s mouth was let out, but for some reason or another, it got rolled out of here today. It never did move in with Maria and Silvia, either.

According to Chavez, we’re to get 3 sandwiches for breakfast and an extra side for dinner.

I spoke with Ida who gave me some Tums. Barajas yelled, “No more passing room to room. I have eyes in the back of my head!”

Then Ida asked for the TV to be turned on and I hid the remote on her after she put it down on the table for a minute. There were other things I was going to do, but I decided I’d made her life miserable enough, and Barajas is just a kid. Like with Nottelmann and Chambers, she looks like she’s only between 18-20.

Ida said she did spill the juice on Arajo deliberately. Arajo threatened her with A Tower, but obviously that never happened. Instead, she wrote her up. Ida swore to the Hearing Officer that it was an accident and the Officer said he’d look into it further. Either way, Ida’s gone in a few days.

Marilyn and I made a deal. For doing all the cell cleaning, I’ll give her drink mixes.

We got to shave today. We can’t keep the razors in our cells. Monday, Wednesday and Friday we can sign them out with our ID cards. I could tell by the little clump of hair on the shower floor that someone went bush-whacking.

I was chatting with Mary, Myra and Brandie on my hour out. As I suspected, Mary likes it where she is and isn’t too keen on the idea of moving in here after Marilyn leaves. Again, my vibes say we’ll never cell together again.

When I asked Brandie why she was closed custody, I got 3 different stories. First it was for fighting, then homosecting, then her being an escape risk. She doesn’t come across to me as being gay, and I don’t think they’d close-custody an escape risk, so I’d say she was probably acting crazy or being violent in some way.

Mary told me Melinda’s now a trustee working in the kitchen. At least she’s out of AS.

That was the second time they came to our doors with clothes exchanges. Barajas came to us for bra, panties and towel exchanges. I like it better when they come to us, so I don’t have to stumble out of bed and downstairs half asleep.

As quiet as Carol may be, I don’t know if I want to cell with her because she wants the top bunk. As long as I’m in a 2-cell, I want to be the one on top so there’s less risk of getting thrown in a 4-cell. On the other hand, no one’s thrown me in there yet. Now that I’m known by the DOs, they may not do that to me, anyway.

Sheila’s back, I hear.