Day 80 - 9/10/21 - Fri
- mainemoviepirate
- 2 hours ago
- 2 min read
Journal Entry:
“Up at 6:30. H/L/R Drink, meds. In Library working on this Journal. Still tired, may lay back down.
Tried, couldn’t sleep, so I hit the coffee. Hopefully the coffee will hit me.
In common area, going to tackle Barbell. I want to do a weird segway scene between Barbell’s Story—the watery invite—The Shining inspired—Camp. Looks like a beautiful day outside.
LUNCH: Tuna Fish, soup. Passed on Fish, ate some soup. Baked Potato.
Did very little writing. My mind is not 100% back from the med mix-up. Mostly read the Frankenstein book that I am half way through, really into the story.
Had a “thing” at lunch. There is a new head C.O. in the kitchen. J.K. and I always pour as many waters/punch as we think we will need for lunch/dinner. The new cop says to me, “No more than four cups set up from now on.” I said, “Okay.” ‘E’ said I was punk’d, because he saw him do it. But he always says that.
SUPPER: Chicken chunks, rolls, carrots, shredded cheese.
Went outside, nice night, mostly read my book. No more Wellbutrin. I’ll decide next week if I’m going to ask for something else. The Duloxetine had these side-effects: 1. Made my depression worse. 2. Tired but couldn’t sleep. 3. Vision blurred like it kept focusing & refocusing.
Looks like A.K. was right, damn. I was so looking forward to dreaming in color.”
Notes for Day 80 (Four Years Later)
A kind of light entry because it was a standard, boring day in incarceration land. The only slightly notable thing was when the new kitchen C.O. “punk’d” me, as ‘E’ liked to describe it.
It really meant nothing to me. In fact, if ‘E’ hadn’t pointed it out afterward, the “event” probably wouldn't have even made my journal. This C.O., who was already a harda**, and continued to be for months to come, pretty much left me alone. I think maybe he spoke to me two more times over very minor things. He pretty much pretended I didn’t exist, and that was exactly how I wanted it. The only way I can even build a “hook” for future stories about this guy is to say, there were plenty of other inmates he did decide to f*ck with, including sending some of them to the SHU. Oh, well, that’s life at Club Fed.
