What's Up Doc? I have destroyed with a vengeance two carrots. Now I feel like a bunny rabbit and I want to hop on out of here. So, let’s see if I strip down to my T-shirt and boxers and snuggle under the covers if I can escape to a better place.

God, I wish I had a radio now. I know the world is a better place than I am feeling right now. I have to watch it, since tonight is commissary order night. To make a perfect capper, let me see if they swiped all my money to pay my fine.

Cheer up I says, things could be worse, so I cheered up and they got worse. Even the stupid jokes do not make me laugh at this point. I hope I do not drive myself to have an asthma attack.

I should continue to write since it is good to put my feelings on paper, but the stress level is making it downright impossible to be neat at all. See, it is the not knowing that drives me crazy and the confirmation that life sucks (court denial) that just about puts me around the bend and over the edge of a nice deep gorge.

The cell next door to mine was painted today because the inmate said it was too dirty, so in addition to all the other stress, I have that hideous new paint smell mixed with all the cigarette smoke from the cigarettes-that-you-cannot-smoke, right? I love the rules.

Funny, even with the super low temperatures, I still get mostly the exhaust effect. Closing my window just stagnates the air, so it is another one of those no-win situations. Just wait till I get into a hot and humid situation with no A/C. Then I will be really miserable, so I guess I should be grateful that it is cold out now.

Well, they just locked everyone in. It is 2:00 PM and we have one and a half hours till dinner and maybe mail? More to follow, although I doubt it will be anything worth the paper it is printed on.  ¶ 11:17 AM