Brea got me up for my hour out at 8:30. I knew I’d be first today so I was glad to have fallen asleep a little earlier last night. I was still a little tired, though, and was napping peacefully around noon, when Mattie, thanks to the fucking bitch next door, yelled over to Maria for her. I asked Mattie not to do that again and she said she understood and was cool about it. Meanwhile, the typical Mexican bitch couldn’t handle the idea of being asked not to be so rude and she just had to go yelling, screaming, banging on the desks, banging on the wall, banging on everything. I cannot believe how immature some people can be! I mean, these people are how old? Well, I guess I’ll have to be just as immature and give it right back to the bitch at 2 AM when she’s sleeping.

Got a letter from Tom, saying he thought he’d write more to make up for the loss of our Thursday visits. I was hoping he would. I love his letters.

He got vacation time approved for 4/30–5/4.

He said the rats have been good to him, not biting him or dashing out the open door. He put both water bottles in the cage so Harry would have something familiar from the tank, where he first lived. That way he’s not paranoid about forgetting to check the water, either, he said.

He ripped the mural like I knew he would when Tom wasn’t watching. We’re just surprised it took him this long. Anyway, I may not want to bother trimming the mural, depending on how damaged it is. I may just want to put up with it as it is for a year or so, then replace it. We’ll do a better job next time, now that we’ve had some experience. It’s just hard as hell to line up and keep air bubbles out!

He told me about installing new computers at work, testing and ordering supplies, etc. Instead of getting paid overtime, he’ll get extra time off.

He also says the garden’s still OK, but the prairie dogs have eaten the tops of the corn. What’s really weird is that we’ve got onions and wheat coming up in the front! Apparently, some of the food I’d throw out for them is sprouting this stuff.

Brea gave me an extra brunch sack for helping her serve. I took the juices and donuts. I told her I was going to pass Peaches the shitty salami, and she didn’t see it.

“Nope. I didn’t see it,” she said.

Misery would’ve wanted to write me up just for mentioning it.

Knowing how people tend to go the opposite way in which you steer them, I decided to write Teresa a note, saying I’m so so very sorry for yelling at her for yelling. I was just in a foul mood that day. Meanwhile, she can do what she wants.

Also, I need all the sleep I can get being on the schedule I’m on, so it’s too soon to be having problems with anyone in here if I can help it.

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I can’t believe Chavez just passed a kite for me (my note to Teresa)! Chavez is pretty strict, so I’m surprised she did it. She wouldn’t even let next door out to make a phone call.

By accident, I got Teresa and her cellies really pissed off at me! I commented on her friend’s bruised face, or so I thought it was bruised, asking who had beat her like that. Well, according to Teresa, that was rude of me. But the bitch’s face really does look bruised! I guess this is just how her complexion naturally is, though.

Anyway, they drummed on their desks like children, and from here on out, I am in no mood to reconcile with anyone I may have a beef with over the next 28 days. I’ll give them exactly what they give me.

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Dinner was good. We had chicken fried steak, salad, bread, instant mashed potatoes, a donut and asparagus, of all vegetables! It was so good! Who would donate such an expensive veggie?

“It’s not pop,” Chavez was telling the trustee. “It’s soda.”

I agree. She’s from the east too (New York), so we both call it soda.

The temperature in here has been pleasant. For some strange reason, it’s cold during the day but nice at night. Even warm. I’ve had to sleep in my underwear, but that’s more comfortable than sleeping in baggy stripes or gowns that twist all around you in your sleep.

Got a kite from Teresa saying she didn’t accept my apology, they’re not usually rude, we all have to live here, etc.

Fine, I replied. Don’t accept my apology, and you’re right – we all have to live here, so let’s just ignore each other (I don’t know if she’ll let me ignore her, though).

Teresa’s just another asshole. And yelling back and forth with someone stuck in the middle of it is rude. She accused me of being what she is – inconsiderate. And who the hell is she to tell me to sleep at night? And why? Because she does? She’s a selfish, ungrateful bitch. This is what I get after all I gave to her and did for her when she first got here. I showed her the ropes, got her set up with the phone, gave her shampoo, gave her a hair elastic, told her which DOs to look out for, and gave her a tube of lipstick which she said she’d give me 6 envelopes for, but after pushing, I only got two of them before I finally gave up on her. I won’t even mention all the emotional support I gave her. She’s a spoiled bitch!