Nancy is not turning out to be a very good celly. She doesn’t ramble on non-stop at the mouth, and she doesn’t beg too much, but she doesn’t try very hard to be quiet when I’m sleeping. She slept on and off for nearly 24 hours and got up around 7:00. She woke me up by roughly opening the Styrofoam breakfast trays. Her movements, in general, are quick and rough like she just doesn’t give a shit. She’s just like Carolyn, Monday and Deanna – very self-absorbed.

She insisted she tried to be quiet and didn’t mean to wake me up. Then she goes, “You’re the one that was up all night, not me.”

I said, “Oh, so that means you can’t respect my schedule because I’m a night person and you’re not?”

“How come you can rustle papers and shit like that, but I can’t?”

“Nancy, you told me it didn’t bother you, so I assumed it was OK. As soon as you tell me it bothers you, I’ll stop doing that while you’re asleep.”

She had told me that all she does is sleep and to make all the noise I wanted to while she slept because she’s a heavy sleeper, but just like with most phony people, she’s obviously not what she said she was. Now the radio even bothers her, but just while she’s trying to fall asleep, she says. After that, it doesn’t matter. So I keep it turned down till I hear her breathing like she’s sleeping.

Another thing is that when she first came in here she was constipated which is great when you have to live cramped up in such a tiny room, but lately she’s turned into a regular little shitaholic! She’s grossing me the fuck out, and I swear – if this bitch doesn’t quit her shit, I’m gonna plug up that butt hole of hers really good with a pad or something!