3/24/20

I want your legs wrapped around my waist.

My little desk just doesn’t look right without a letter on it, so here I am starting yet another letter to you! I love you more than college students love Corona (beer). The evening has gone very slow. Meds have been taken. The nurse gave me the choice between 50mg or 75mg for the Benadryl. I opted for the 50. I haven’t been given the choice the last couple days, an assumed that all I’ve gotten was the 50, why mess with it? Well, it’s the final lock-up of the night. I hope you have an excellent sleep. While you’re dreaming of me, I shall dream of you. I love you so much baby, sweet dreams

[3/25/20]

Good morning sweety! Not a bad sleep at all. Very VERY stuffed up in the AM which caused me to toss + turn all morning. Woke up knowing I had really weird dreams. So they passed the stimulus bill. Now to see if I get a cheque in the mail. I’d laugh if I did. If I do get one, treat yo self to Popeyes. I changed things up a bit, decided to go for a shower in the morning. Aside from about 30 seconds of cold water, it was nice. Signed up for another hair cut tomorrow. You know, I gotta keep it fresh. And it breaks up the say for sure. I was going to sign up for an afternoon spot to let people that didn’t go 2 weeks ago go, but the C.O. put me in the first group. I won’t complain at all.

I thinks tonight, I’m going to try to stay up just a little later, in hopes that I have a chance to to sleep a little more soundly until 7. It’s an experiment I guess to find the best sleep schedule. Cause I am a little sleepy. Maybe a nap after lunch, we’ll see.

Prince Charles has tested positive. They said on CNN, those who chose direct deposit for their taxes should receive their stimulus cheques faster. So that could be a pretty good thing for you! Lunch was depressing, but I was given and extra tray so I’m a little more full than I usually am. I think I’m going to take a nap soon. It’s nap or have coffee. And I’m trying to have just one cup a day at breakfast. I take a spoonful of coffee and throw it in my cup and then get the koffe and mix them. It’s actually pretty not bad. I hope that you’re having a good and very safe day. I worry about you being “on the front line”.¹ I can only listen to the radio/CNN so much. It’s overwhelming. But I keep turning it on for some reason. Decided on not napping or having a cup of coffee. Just been daydreaming of you in a bikini doing squats. Topless. Over me. I daydream about a lot of stuff. It passes the time. Oh, I love you

You know what? I get to call you tonight! I can’t wait, even though I really have nothing to new to talk about. One of the downfalls of here. Nothing new happens. I think that’s why it’s getting harder and harder to write 8 pages. I’m really trying to limit how many times I repeat myself. But everytime I think of something, I try to jot it down 🙂

Ah, the Prison Rape Video again, the U.S. Marshalls have been busy. Another 3 prisoners brought in, and now again for the 8 ICE prisoners. Our doors just unlocked and I made my commisary order for Friday: ramen + a pen, cause as I’ve said I’m blasting though ink. I miss you baby. So very much. It’s been a fast and slow moving day here. It’s weird how fast you can get used to meaningless routines. Aside from a job and that, I don’t want a lot of routine. I don’t know how long it will take to get over this. But I’ll have you to help. I’m honestly looking forward to leaving, but scared to death of it as well.

The second shift C.O. doesn’t like to talk on the phone, I guess. He’s literally 6 inches, or 12.5 centimetres away from it, and is ignoring it. It’s like his superpower.

Dinner was good. But it always is on Wednesdays. Real pieces of chicken. Thighs, but that’s ok. REAL CHICKEN!. There’s no extra trays for dinner. We have to hand over our ID to get our food LOL I hope you had a yummy dinner as well. Not too much longer and I can call you. If I can get right to a phone, about an hour. If not, 45ish minutes I think. Can’t wait to hear your voice again.

I think my goal in this place is to be called “mah nigga”. But I’m in the “Day 32, still no-one has really noticed me yet.” LOL I still have to remind myself to answer to Canada. The Blood gang member that lives next door noticed my shoes while watching Spanish Survivor, asked where I was from (said: Canada) he immediately asked my nationality…. I then said Canadian… he may be a Blood, but he ain’t smart. Honestly, he looks like he’s confused by velcro. But I digress. 🙂

There’s about an hour before we lock in for the night. I found it interesting about what you said about my letters being kinda like a journal. I never thought about that way. I guess it is, although I just write to be close to you. Sometimes it feels like you’re next to me and we’re just chatting about our days.

¹ I work in healthcare – ed.