At Walmart, I grabbed a pair of black thigh-high stockings for the doll. That way less of her will be so tacky to the touch. I would have to literally drown her in a tub of powder for a month to get her to lose her stickiness.

Since it’s an ideal time of year for it when there’s more variety and I want to see how I do with just fruits and veggies for a day, I loaded up on all kinds of fruits and veggies. I’m glad to know Tom doesn’t mind making a midweek run because your average lifespan on such perishables is only 4 to 5 days.

Ten days after the holiday and I’m still hearing scattered bursts of fireworks. Really wish this was one of the states where fireworks were illegal! But where everything was illegal in Arizona (except for driving your neighbors crazy with your music and mutts), it seems everything is legal in California.

Aly recommended a few crime shows with multiple series and I found one of them on Amazon Prime. After I finish watching Inside the World’s Toughest Prisons, I think I’ll check out The Closer.

You don’t want to go to prison anywhere but you especially don’t want to be in one in Brazil and even more so in Papua New Guinea. What hellish conditions they live in! Many of them are often thrown in a concrete room with no mattresses or anything. They can smoke all they want and too bad if you’re intolerant to secondhand smoke. If a brawl broke out no one would be there to break it up.

On the flip side, they seem to have more freedom in that many can have conjugal visits for a few days at a time in places that look no different than a tiny apartment. They have access to musical instruments and even weapons. They have their own cutlery and then there are some that work chopping wood in Ukraine, for example. They’d never give an American inmate access to an ax!

It still gets a little cold in the bedroom but rather than have him close the vent some more I’m going to bump it up a degree to 76° before bed.

I swear something up there uses me when it can’t use traffic to wake me up. A severe foot cramp woke me up for a minute. A fucking foot cramp! Can you believe it? It may as well have reached down from the sky or wherever and just grabbed my fucking foot. Why not just poke me in the arm next time or slap me in the head? Argh!

Last night I dreamed I was with someone in a room in Donna A’s house only Donna didn’t know it. The room had a collection of dolls and figurines. I decided I would steal any I liked and would do it without guilt since Donna was such a horrible person. But none of the dolls appealed to me. She had a few horse figurines that were so-so. Finally, I found a small figurine of a girl that I liked enough to steal. I slipped the tiny figure in the pocket of my jeans when the person I was with wasn’t looking.