My cellie rolled out to somewhere today, first thing in the morning, so I’m all alone but at least I don’t have to worry about snoring. Plus, you know, I can poop in peace.
Today has been psych exam, blood tests, and testing. IQ test (132), drug and alcohol use questionnaires, readin’ and ‘rithmetic tests and lectures, lectures, lectures. We are also given legal packets with our charges, sentences, and release dates. Everyone swaps papers and compares sentences (silently!) I do not. My release date is currently 3-08-2079. I still haven’t had a shower. Day Two in prison, and day two all stanky.
Food good, morale good, low boredom. I have nothing to write with (I’m writing these posts on 4-1), and considering writing letters in my own blood, because that’s all I have access to, but decide not to because I can’t figure out how to make a stylus. I end up meditating until the lights go out.