Not a very exciting selection of DOs for my final 1st and 2nd shift. We had shitface Mejia on, and now Redpath’s on. I wonder – will Temple make it in tonight? I’d settle for Pérez or Tate, if not.

Thanks to being too wound up and excited to sleep, and thanks to Baldilocks and her fucking mouth, I’m dead tired. I’ve been up since around 10:00, and I hope to nap sometime today, but I’m just too excited!

According to Misha, friends and relatives can help with community service. That’s good, but I wasn’t happy to hear that we might have to pay for those joke classes they want me to take. Every time I think the freeloaders have taken all the money they’re going to take from us, I turn around and there’s another thing we gotta dole out money for on account of them! It never ends!

Sometimes I wish I had a peephole into the future and could take a quick peek 5 years from now. What will my life be like then? The same? Better? Worse? Will we have a pool? Porches? Horses? Fences? Will Teddy Bear be a part of my life? Will the freeloaders?

I was utterly stunned to learn that Misha has no kids. I thought I was the only one here that didn’t. She says she’s going to have them as soon as she leaves.

That’s not the way it works.

Anyway, I’m left to forever wonder – what would Teddy Bear have said or done differently if Misha hadn’t been in the picture?

When I told her I believed she was the main reason I was meant to be here, she seemed truly flattered, saying, “Oh, how sweet.”

From down in the dayroom, I noticed her ring was gone.

I wonder if I had anything to do with that.

She was telling me they call her Means. I guess it’s because of the red hair, but I could personally slap anyone who called her Means. Means is short and ugly with short hair and glasses. Teddy Bear’s tall and good-looking with long hair and no glasses. How can people be stupid enough to mix them up just because they’re both redheads?

On her last walk, when I went to tell her why I believed this was all meant to happen, she seemed reluctant to open the door at first. It was as if she was afraid I’d grab her and hug her or something. She said to give her my hand when she opened the door. I did and she shook it and she wished me good luck.

Doesn’t she know that I know better, though? I know inmates and DOs aren’t allowed to hug. I think she thinks I’m dumb or something, but I’d rather her think I’m some brainless idiot than to have her screw me over.

God, please look out for my Teddy Bear! Please don’t let her get harmed if there are any riots, and please don’t let her get sick or in any accidents.

Well, I’m going to try to nap now, or at least just lay there. I’ll relax and listen to music till it’s time, after spending 180 days in this place, for A638593 to roll up for the final time!