I’m going to be really surprised if those cheeks don’t show up in the next 4½ hours. It’s been exactly 7 weeks. I’ll have mixed emotions if he doesn’t show up. I mean, I’ll be glad for obvious reasons, but a part of me is like, come on. Let’s just play form and get it over with while I’m up so I don’t have to sit and wait in anticipation for a handful of weeks. It’ll still be September, though the very last day of it, next Monday. Maybe he’ll come then if not today.

I wonder if he’ll come twice again this January. That’d be totally ridiculous if he did. In fact, I probably won’t even open the door, even if I’m up.

Anyway, Dave sent 4 more jokes. The only one that was kind of funny this time around goes like this: A woman cop pulls over a drunk driver. She tells him, “You are under arrest. Anything you say can and will be used against you.”

The driver replies, “Tits.”

Tom thinks Amelia will be here tomorrow or the next day. She should be, seeing that it’s been a week since she was shipped and that she’s only coming from San Diego, but I doubt that’ll be the case. Maybe she’ll be here Monday, but I doubt any sooner than that.

Got a postcard from Mary with Maricopa County’s wonderful sheriff showing off with a bunch of puppies, bragging about how they get to live where it’s air-conditioned while the inmates have to sweat it out in the tents.

You forgot about those in Ad-Seg, you dumb fuck!

Anyway, I don’t know what the story is with those dogs. I remember some people in the tents talking about them. I guess they’re either lost or abandoned dogs that the inmates care for. I don’t know if they end up at the Humane Society for adoption or what.