Sad story-missing home and friends

Today is very windy out here in the countryside of Irvine. We are getting wind gusts of 80-100 mph that are battering our compound as if we were a small tugboat being whipped over dark tides with foamy white hands repeatedly beating down on the vessel! We aren't going to get any yard time today unless the winds die down some.

I have so much time for reading here, that's the only good thing. But there aren't many books available unless someone sends them, and we can only get them if they are from a publisher or Amazon.com. I guess if they were sent from an individual they might try to slip drugs in somehow. I am reading Silence of the Lambs right now because someone left it behind, and the other alternative was a Hardy Boys mystery!

I have actually been fighting to stay asleep as long as possible as often possible. Anything, even the bad dreams that have been frequenting my slumber as of late, is better than experiencing this place in real time.

I don't know how many letters I have written, or to how many of my "friends" over the past month, but I have gotten so few responses that it is discouraging. I know it is not the most fun to manually write a letter instead of an e-mail, and I know most people don't have as much time on their hands as I do. But a month is a long time even if you are not in jail.

I guess some of my friends don't even know that I am in jail yet, which would explain a lot. I have been asking my family to call different people and they can't even reach them, or there is no answer. Very discouraging. The more I think about it, the more it coincides with no responses, and ultimately it just makes me even more depressed than just being in here already does. And it's obviously not bothering anyone else but me. The saddest part is that it doesn't really stop me from missing all of my friends even if they apparently don't miss me enough to write. Oh well. That's my life today. Too bad. Bye