Yesterday was all an act. Maintenance never “fixed” the hot water. Today I put in my final grievance to the jail commander, and while I still intend to complain to the state/government, I will no longer use their showers. I’ll wash my hair in the sink and me with a wet pad.

Day 9 and I’m still sick, thanks to days like today where I was woken up 7 times. I’ll never recover at this rate! Next week I’ll order antihistamines to make me drowsy so I can try to get to sleep earlier. Between 5:30 AM and noon is a zoo around here. Two of the 7 times I was woken up were because of banging on the roof. Tom said he saw them working on the AC up there. What? Is it not cold enough for them? I know how cocks work – slow and incompetent, which means they’ll wake me up tomorrow, too.

I’m sooo hungry and will be sooo pissed if commissary fucks up again today. I’ve barely been able to eat maybe 20% of this nasty food.

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That’s the third time my ear has popped. When is this congestion ever going to drain?! Although I still don’t feel well, I made myself jog to a couple of songs and do some exercises.

Commissary came with no fuck-ups. I gave Ida some trail mix and Deanna some corn nuts for envelopes.

I asked Bunch about Mary and I returning to 203, but as I figured, she said no. Too lazy to do the paperwork, or in this case, make a few entries on the computer. She said she was not going to say anything about that room being empty. She doesn’t want to have to deal with anyone transferring over here.

I’ll take the two no’s I’ve gotten as a sign. Besides, my vibes said I’ll never cell with Mary again. I knew that the moment Pancake Face Smith pulled her. I’ll just stay put with Ida. She’s tolerable, I like her, so why take a gamble by moving and risk being moved again sooner than I might have if I’d stayed here? I still don’t see myself here with Ida till she leaves, but each day I can be with someone who’ll let me sleep is one less day I could be with cellies who just don’t give a fuck like Deanna, Lora, Monday and Carolyn.