Tiffany’s kind of bummed she didn’t get out of Ad-Seg today but says she’s glad that if she has to be stuck here, it’s with me. We get along really well. She doesn’t beg, doesn’t smother me, she’s sane and we have a lot of talks and laughs with each other. I also like how she sleeps from 3 AM - 3 PM! Her plans were to go to the dorms, then get in a fight with someone so she could end up back in A Tower. Who knows if that’ll happen, though? For my sake, I hope she stays with me till I leave. She even has a bottom bunk slip, so we swapped beds to keep us safe. They can’t pull her for her bottom bunk, so hopefully we’ll stay together.

I told her of my PO worries, and she says what Tom says which is not to worry. She says in Phoenix you have to adapt to them, but where I am, they have to adapt to me. They’re going to have to if they want me reporting and all that. They simply have no choice.

Got a wonderful letter from Tom today. It’s so nice of him to write more to make up for our lost Thursday visit. He mentioned installing cameras at work and training people. He said he doesn’t think the tomatoes are going to make it. He’s still looking for jokes too, but says all the sites he’s checked so far have stupid jokes.

To my utter amazement, it looks like Rosa got out of here (Tom checked)! I’d say the case was dropped because I doubt that she could come up with the million-dollar bond. See? In Arizona they’ll drop cases like hers, but not mine! I’m so happy for her, though, but sad too, because I know I’ll never find her or see her again. I’m not surprised, though. I kind of sensed it was our final goodbye when I left her crying in A on New Year’s Day. I guess I served my purpose in God’s eyes – to be her interpreter.

I’m reading a small book Tiffany gave me about a haunted car.

Still haven’t been sleeping well. Guess I got a lot on my mind, combined with the excitement of leaving soon. Tiffany never woke me up once this morning, but half a dozen other things did – medical tank call, our hour out at 8:00 that we refused, the loud bitch next door, chow, and I don’t know if that coffee cart’s such a good idea anymore. It’s been coming too early and I’m sick of being woken up for it. I never could nap today. The juvi got a little too loud for that. I was talking to her earlier. She claims to be a 12-year-old who stabbed her dad and is going to do 10 years in prison, but Tiffany and I don’t believe it.

Tiffany and I made up our own names for the towers, tents and dorms:

A - asshole
B – bitch
C – cunt
D – dork
E – evil
F – fuckers
G – gay
H – hoe
I – idiot
J – jackass
K – killer
L – loony
M – murderer
N – (better not say what this one is)
O – opium