Well, I didn't do a blog entry for yesterday because I literally spent the majority of the day in bed. I got out for the required counts and to briefly make a phone call home. But because of my job in the kitchen at night, I had to catch up on my sleep. At mail call though, I received a letter from a reader of my blog named Brennan, who is a friend of my old roommate Matthias. It was nice to hear from someone who really only knows me from reading my blog. It was kind of like getting fan mail! Thanks, Brennan! Your letter back is on its way. I would love for anyone else who reads my blog and wants to respond to do the same.
Today was a lot like yesterday. Sleeping to catch up from working nights, and then I only got up for the required counts and for a very pleasant visit with some close family friends. Gary and Greg came right after I ate lunch. And let me take this chance to apologize now because I hadn't gone to sleep yet and my bunkmate told me I looked pretty bad when I got back to the tent. So, sorry I didn't get a chance to spruce up before your visit. They aren't huge on vanity here! LOL But the visit really lifted my spirits and will leave a lasting impression on me for the genuine concern and kindness shown to me. Thank you Gary and Greg. You guys coming to see me really means a lot, and you are more than welcome to come back again, cause I'm not going anywhere.
Then I had to come back to my tent which made me want to go home more than ever. Rough-housing, loudness, disrespect, everytime I would wake up, I wanted to go back to sleep even more, just to not be here. Will is the last of the people whose company I really enjoy. Patrick left a night or so ago, and I haven't stoppped missing him. I worked with him, hung out with him. In the past two weeks Ryan, Alfonzo, and now Patrick have all left Will and I in this zoo. Oh well, that's jail, right?
One really cool thing that happened over the weekend was good food. Will works in the staff kitchen and has access to some good food, and since I work in the scullery in the kitchen, that means that I get some of that food too. This last weekend I ate a cheeseburger! In jail, I ate a cheeseburger! And on Saturday night/morning I had a Subway sandwich. That's right, and I understand that it may not seem like a big deal to all of you who can drive down the street and get one. But here, it is un-heard of. I ate Subway in jail!
On top of that, the most fun of the weekend was a couple of practical jokes at work. A young man with the nickname of Shaggy from the Fullerton gang "Tokers Town" drank beef blood thinking it was cranberry juice. And another guy walked around with a "Kick me" sign on his back for nearly an hour, just getting kicked right and left, clueless. I don't know if that sounds fun to anybody else.
Well, I am approaching the halfway mark everyone. Please keep me in your prayers, and keep those letters and visits coming. Much love.
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