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9eme
Personal Journal
1-8-18 Mon.
Damn you, Timothy Dean, my brother. You've left me here doing this time alone. I could sure use your help now.
1-9-18 Tues.
Couldn't get going yesterday. Was up at 3 A.M. this morning, getting bored with everything. I know I have to get up and keep going. At the end of the day, it was just like yesterday and my mind wonders where my reason is. I watch way too much T.V., I know it. That, and sleep. Today I am going to make myself paint. I used to get so much enjoyment from that.
1-10-18 Wed.
I went for a nice long walk in the rain yesterday. It wasn't really raining, had just been drizzling. Not many people on the yard when it's wet, a few people going to duels, medical, or canteen, and—for lost souls like myself—looking for tranquility and solitude. I find this in walking in the rain and daydreaming. No one else stops to distract you as they are also all lost in their own world, holing onto their own Jeannies, their own dreams.
At least this morning, my depression has left somewhat. Now if only my fingers would stop hurting—my right index finger today. :) We all die. This is an eternal law.
1-12-18 Fri.
I stood in line in the cold for 3 and 1/2 hours yesterday, waiting to go to the canteen and spend the $8 and change. I make 13 cents an hour working in the mess hall. :) Now I made some $17 and change. But they took 55% of it to pay on my fine. Never had to pay on it until I got here in '06. I still owe around $4,500 on it. Oh well, that's the way things-
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