3/28/20

Hiya Sweet tits!

I must be addicted. About 5 minutes ago I mailed a letter to you, and what do I do? Sit down and start another one. It’s 5:36, and we have about 50 minutes until lock-in. And for some reason I’m full of nervous energy (and it’s not the coffee). I’m missing you a lot today. I hope you had a really good day off. Tomorrow will be a day of rest and relaxation for you. You deserve it! I think it’s raining out there. It seemed like a grey day for the most part. I think this might be the last letter for this pen, it’s looking pretty grim, don’t you think? You think this is a big prison, sticking it to me .35 cents at a time?

The coffee seemed to help with my headache. It’s still there, but a lot less, I think. I’m doing pretty good today. It’s not a bad day. Saturday moved pretty quickly today. Apparently there’s at least another 2 or 3 people smoking up in here. The guy that was dragged out last Saturday was getting a bag of chips from Armenia, and was saying “I’m so fucked up right now.” Armenia was saying he was sick, and he slept all afternoon. He barely got up for dinner.

Why am I burdened with this knowledge? Do I sit on it or do I say something? I just want to get through my time here. And we’ve all heard snitches get stitches”. So I will more than likely just keep my mouth shut. So that means you’re the only one that gets to hear about all this. Ugh. Why am I getting some flashbacks to Oz? Lol kidding. I miss you so much. The nights are still the hardest, the days, not so much. Maple bacon cinnamon buns. I want to eat as many as you can make. Plus all the bacon that I can make.

So I read a J. D. Robb book. You’re right, it was terrible. It’s like a high school student wrote it. Twilight, which I read after, I enjoyed a lot more. Twilight was better written. There, I said it. Twilight is a better book over anything J. D. Robb writes! In fact, I’d read Twilight over and over and over if I didn’t have to read another Robb book! But seriously, I kinda enjoyed Twilight. I’m reading Wild Fire by Nelson Demille. I’ve read 3 others by him. His main character is FBI, and a massive smart ass. He’s entertaining to say the least.

Medline came wicked early. I was worried I’d fall asleep before the count. But as luck would have it, the nurse is slower than shit. She’s still here a half hour later, and will still be here in 15 minutes. Wow! Haha! I love you more than bacon. She was here for about an hour! Usually, they’re here for maybe 20 minutes. Crazyness. Spanks. 9:08, another day almost in the bag. I get to call you tomorrow! I can’t fucking wait! It’s gonna be lit! *dabs* And if I’m still here when visits are back on, I’ll dab for you in person 🙂

It’s time to lock-in for he night. And probably about 20 minutes until I can get ready to sleep. The faster I go to sleep, the quicker I can call you! So I hope you have an excellent sleep. Snuggle the kittens, dream of me as I dream of you. Kisses and snuggles. I love you so much baby Personally, I’m waiting for the count, so then I can get ready to sleep and dream of you and me doing dirty, nasty awesome things involving a bed. G’night baby.

3/29/20
Awake. Slept like the dead. Still a little groggy this morning. Went to sleep with my headache. But if I play my cards right, it should go away. It looks very grey out there as far as I can see.

Happy Saturday! I might try my luck as going back to sleep after breakfast. I know I probably won’t be able to, but I’m gonna try. I’m a little stiff this morning. I don’t think I moved at all last night. I think I need more sleeps like that. I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. Now, all I want is coffee. Coffee was good. The other parts of the breakfast, really, not so much. But that’s ok. It’s only 4 hours until lunch! I hope you had a really good sleep. I’m impressed with myself. 8:23 and I’m already halfway through this letter. I am totes woke and lit by fire.

Caught about a half hour of CNN. But no overlay so I don’t know what the current numbers are. Even scarier than the numbers is all the pictures of empty streets. Everywhere looks like a ghost town. You know what I’d like? Over food, non neon clothing, you naked, is a shower that stays on until I shut it off. That would be pretty awesome. They’re watching Rocky 2 on the black TV. It was the running montage. I just want to thank you for sticking with me. It means more than I can ever express to you. I don’t know what would happen to me if I didn’t have you. You are my fire, my one desire. I love you more than anything. Thank you for being there for me.