Jail Journal: Page 15

Brooklyn just asked me about pruno? No idea what that is, but I guess it is some kind of homemade alcohol. She ended up getting in trouble for it so I am glad I declined the offer.

I had a dream last night I went to some food court or shopping mall with my nieces or some girls and they sort of abandoned me there. There happened to be a Japanese restaurant there so I just stayed and started working in the shop while talking to the staff in Japanese. I guess after last night's fiasco my brain was like, " Put me in a better situation! "

Unfortunately Iwoke up at 4 am so, its an hour earlier than breakfast. I think I'll jus finish off that Kabbalah book now. I am sure I can do it by the time commissary comes in.

I ended up just going to sleep and having another dream of an old DPS worker Gabby going to a bar or something. I sat on a dude's lap while he got a chubby. It was more like a restaurant and quite posh, actually. Someone was having a party or conference there and we just so happened to be there as well. She kind of wanted to leave or since she was the driver or what not, we couldn't stay. We went to a pool or something nearby and I happened to have a swimming suit with me.

There was an arcade in the pool building so, I got to quarters out of the change drop slots and played a game.

I am not entirely sure comisssary was a good idea. It's eiher the junk food or the going back on abilify but I feel like shit. Just sleepy and feeling out of it. I do think the food accounts for the elevation in body temperature. It isn't like a feer but I'm just uncomfortably not cold now. As if it is spring or summer instead of fall. Perhaps I need to drink more water.

I got to see the yard today since they did a shakedown for contraband. I was expecting what they show in the movies, some basketball court with a chainlinked fence. It was some sort of industrial comple with high walls and a fench on the ceiling. They also have two broken gym equipment that I'd expect to find in some sort of 3rd world country like it was the fucking gulag.

I am glad my body is feeling a bit better now but, I am still lethargic. I slept for eternity and woke up to three new girls in here. It is more noisy now, but it is ok.

I thought about my dad while sleeping. It wasn't so bad, I sort of imagined him in a similar situation to me now because being jail is a more consistent form of housing for a homeless person, unfortunately. It's a pretty sad thing to admit no matter how true it is.

I am done with these people's conversations. They're so dumb. I am just trying to survive in here until my time comes to leave. I sort of regret buying the sketch pad since taking my meds again took a lot of my energy away from me. Also quite frankly, most of the girls here are not a pleasure to draw. I'll just work on my Pixie Road stuff while in here if I decide to draw anything.

I notice I haven't ben able to enter the Ether since taking my meds. I am too tired to care a whole lot either. I keep having the song Knife by Velvet Eden in my head making me wonder if someone here has stabbed someone in here.

Maybe that is too naive of a question to ask in here...