I knew it. I just knew it. The men are already beginning to riot. They’re punching out DOs. Well, what did Joe expect? Did he really think he could cut the food to near starvation and get away with it without there being any problems? That stupid, stupid fuck! I can’t believe the little shit is still alive! Someone’s going to kill the bastard if he doesn’t quit this shit! Who does he think he is? God? I never met a greedier psycho in my life. He’s another Hitler, in a sense. It’s like there are no boundaries as to how far he’ll go.

Mary, Myra, Peaches and I discussed filing a lawsuit. Not to my surprise, Tomaszewski refused us the paperwork to do so, but it’s OK for her not to do the things she’s supposed to do. She’s not an inmate. She says she’ll call the sergeant, but I won’t believe it till I see one.

Supposedly, Hitler was reelected by the people of Sun City because he’s older like they are. So he’s living it up as a control freak while he still can.

I’m suing without a lawyer since I know those can’t be trusted. I know I’ll lose either way because nobody sides with an inmate, but I’m not going to just sit back and take it, either. I’ve got to do something.

It’s like I’m being punished for all I had and for all I ran from. I ran from noise and the city itself, only to be thrown right back into it. I could sleep and I had food, and now I’m being deprived of it. It’s either starve, live on starch, or live on commissary junk. I’m going to load up on commissary to get me through the long 13-hour stretches. I’ll get huge as a house living on sugar for the next 40 days, but I don’t give a fuck anymore because I don’t care to diet Estrella style!

It’s comforting to know we’re safe in these cells if there’s a big riot. At least, I hope we would be!

When I was bitching to Mary about how we inmates are powerless against the DOs, she said that hasn’t been true for her. She said some German DO threatened her last year and she got her kicked out of Estrella and transferred to Madison.

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After asking Nottelmann, who’s on now, she told me to tank ILS (inmate legal services) for the lawsuit paperwork, so Mary, who had an extra tank, gave me one and I did. Nottelmann says they have 72 hours to give me the paperwork.

I’m also grieving Medical. It shouldn’t take 3 days for a fucking inhaler.

Sharon, please be on tomorrow night!

She’s the only reliable nurse who cares.

I’ve been trying to reach Tom for the last couple of hours, but I haven’t caught him. I think he’s online.

Mary said that the argument next door was over commissary. She was like, “My commissary is my commissary.”

That’s how I feel. I’m not obligated to feed indigents, although my heart truly goes out to them.

Nottelmann says she sympathizes with us. They all seem to except for Tomaszewski. Maybe Tomaszewski needs to spend a few days here with us in M Dorm. She could even stay with me!

Dinner came an hour earlier at 8:30 but 12 hours is still ludicrous. It was good, though. We had chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, salad and cake with ice cream. A nice big piece, too. It was more than I could eat at once. They really need to spread this food out and feed us at normal hours – 8 AM, noon and 6 PM.

It’d be nice if commissary could come around 3 PM tomorrow in the middle of the long stretch. It won’t, though. It’ll come around dinner time.

I called Tom who agrees this isn’t right. He encouraged me with the lawsuit, which means a lot to me to know he’s on my side and supportive of me. He said to file the necessary papers, even if I think it’s worthless.