And now there are 4 beds available in here. Peaches is gone. At least I won’t have to compete with her for Teddy Bear’s attention if Teddy Bear returns before I leave, and I think she will.

Before Peaches left, she was out cleaning and bragging to me, “I’m Johnson’s favorite,” she said.

No, you’re not.

“She just loves me.”

If you only knew!

“She’s gonna miss me something bad.”

That’s OK. What you don’t know won’t hurt you.

“I’m so glad she likes me.”

Don’t worry. I won’t burst your bubble.

Miss Creeps ended up smiling at me last night. I was downright shocked. I didn’t think she was capable of it. Even Misery smiled when she breaked for Armstrong, never telling me to dispose of the rats. If the rats can survive Misery and two sergeants, they can survive anyone. Maybe not Kahn, though. I hope she won’t be back in time for me to find out.

After all this time, I’d have to say Pancake Face Smith is even worse than Misery. Misery can at least smile every now and then and chat with us. Well, I haven’t seen her chat with anyone else, but she has chatted with me.

I called Tom on my hour out. He’s just kicking back on the computer.

I hope to hell the psycho PO doesn’t show up to see me before I leave. I may’ve resigned myself to the fact that I won’t do what I can’t do, but I don’t want to see this pathetic, very obviously biased asshole who’s hell-bent on trying to make my life on the outs as miserable as can be, any more than I have to. Again, just the fact that she ignored Tom and I tells me there’ll be no reasoning with this one. She’s going to be a control freak from hell, and I wouldn’t put it past her to lie to try to violate me back in here.

Well, let me set the record straight – abscond or not, I’m never coming back here!!!!!