A Slow Day. Yep, a really slow day; we just had the 5:15 PM count. Dinner tonight was the fake McRib meat and baked potato. I passed on the meat and had the potato, which was actually almost restaurant quality. No sour cream though.

I do not know if I mentioned that the US Marshals have a hold on me. It appears they already have me down as having violating my three-year federal supervised release! Although I would normally have had twenty-four to forty-eight hours to report to the probation department in Raleigh, NC, since I was taken in custody directly from federal prison to NY State prison, there was no way for me to report to Raleigh.

Now, if I happen to win release soon (hope, hope, hope) from my NY sentence, NY will hold me till the US Marshals come and get me and toss my ass in the nearest federal prison to get shipped to Raleigh, NC via Oklahoma City and Atlanta, etc., etc.

That would also mean they would be in no hurry to get me to Raleigh, so we could be talking four to eight weeks, all the time in federal prisons, just to get there! That would really suck! See, my life just keeps getting full of wonderful surprises.

My case manager at Club Fed said the only thing I would have to do is to call, or go to the federal office if I was released from New York anytime in next three years. So, I wrote a letter to ask the feds in Raleigh, NC what is up. Never a dull moment to be sure.

So now I will go out to watch some news at 6:00 PM and then come back to finish off this letter and stick it in the mail.

It is now 8:00 PM. Tonight’s activity consisted of sitting and watching two hours of TV while one or more fellow inmates lets loose gas. We had raw cabbage for dinner last night, raw cabbage for lunch today with rice and beans, and cooked cabbage for dinner tonight. Great fun.

So off this letter goes. Maybe tomorrow will bring the antibiotics I need to clear my nose up. It has now been over six weeks of not having any ability to breathe through my nose.  ¶ 8:47 PM