Another uneventful trip to see Scot. He’s still not mentioning seeing me at the house, but he is back to telling me how much time I have left every time I see him. He was actually right too, when he said there were 8½ months left instead of 9 since nothing’s going to be happening during the last two weeks. Not if I can help it, anyway. It’s just that I know they could push for an extension simply based on the fact that I express no guilt, but even if I was guilty, I still could never feel an ounce of guilt or pity for these people. They victimized me and they deserved anything they might have gotten from me, and if I were them, I’d thank my lucky stars that mail was all I did get. A lot of people would’ve given them something far worse to complain about than that.

We didn’t stop at any stores on the way back this time around.

Yesterday’s allergy attack was the worst one I’d had since I first went to jail. I felt miserable all day and didn’t even work out.

I crashed last night at 1 AM and slept peacefully till 10 AM, but I don’t know if I should let myself roll over to nights. They’ve been booming by like hell lately. Tom says it’s because we’re getting ready to go to war with our favorite enemy – Iraq.