I gave Sharon her lemon drop last night. Chavez got a kick out of it and was like, “But don’t you get meds?”
Got a nice long letter from Tom yesterday. In it, he explained their plans for new equipment at work, like digital cameras. Tom’s going to be training the people who are going to be operating the sorters. He said he got to meet a lot of the hotshots at the meeting and they had to discuss all the changes they plan on making.
He also mentioned the plants, saying it looks like we’re going to have a good crop of peas.
In our last visit, he said he was trying to set things up so there’d be money when I got out, and that’s really sweet of him, but not what’s most important. If we couldn’t spend any money on fun things for years – fine. As long as I’m with him and am free and we can get the necessities. I just want to get the fuck out of here, even though I’m going to miss the hell out of Johnson. I’d live in a tent in the worst part of Phoenix if it meant being free and with him!
My number one goal right now is to someday expunge these freeloaders from our lives for good. I feel as guilty as I do pissed. I’m sure he feels guilty too, telling me things would be OK at the sentencing, though I certainly don’t hold it against him. It’s not like he lied to me.
Maddox is on now. No Johnson. Bummer. There’s no denying I have a crush on that woman!
I slept a little better today because it’s the weekend. Weekends are probably going to be the only time I can sleep till I get stuck with a celly I can’t get rid of fast enough. Thank God I only have 5 more weeks to go, but even that’s way too long. I can tell it’s getting close, though, by the dreams I’ve been having. Dreams related to this place, but not the kind where I’m stuck here. Those won’t come till after I’m gone, but I’d rather that and to know that once I woke up, it was all just a nightmare. But while I’m here, it’s not just a dream. I have 35 more days before I can wake up from this nightmare.
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