2 weeks going strong

Wow, it has only been two weeks in county jail so far. It feels as if it has been several months at least. I am ready to go home! I don't even remember the taste of real food in my mouth of the feeling of falling asleep in a comfy queensize bed as I watch television shows on my LCD. I'm starting not to wake up in search for my cell phone and have instead begun to grow accustomed to several snoring bunkmates and a line to use the bathrooms. Everything has started to become routine to me and I find myself simply bored at the repetitious activities. I'm sick of reading - I have read 6 books in 2 weeks so far. I'm sick of writing - I've written countless letters every day, responding to the received letters right after I get them. I'm sick of doing exercises in my room - I want to go play real sports outdoors instead. I'm sick of playing card games - poker isn't as fun when others can't play and you aren't even gambling anything. I'm sick of waiting on lines for food, phone, showers, even to sign up for church before spots run out. Most of all, I'm sick of the stupid drama and gossip which is the only thing people talk about here! People sneaking drugs in, people getting in arguments over the stupidest things, gossiping about people's crimes/charges, etc. Thank goodness I found one person that I really get along with here to talk to and joke around with. Thank goodness for great friends and family to write letters and talk on the phone with. Thank goodness for the patience and strength I have gained through my past experiences especially in the past year.

It's funny that I get excited and look forward to the littlest things now. When the mailman comes, I get anxious as I wait to see if there's any letters for me. Tuesday and Thursdays is when we get commissary - snacks, sweats, stamps, your basic supplies that you are allowed to purchase here for those with money in their account. My current obsession is chocolate tootsie pops. Unfortunately, I order 8 and only 1 turns out chocolate so I try to trade people. Mondays, Wednesdays, Friday mornings you can "sign out" razors or nail clippers. Tuesdays and Thursdays you can sign out curling irons, blow dryers, tweezers, hair scissors. Tuesday mornings you can go to the "library" for an hour - I put library in quotes because I think the book collection is like that of an elementary school's stacks in 1980. Small, outdated, and dusty. You can attend church service on Thursday and Sunday, if you make a spot on time because it fills up quick due to a capacity of 15 people. My fave "activity" is rec. If it's nice out, there is outdoor rec in the courtyard for an hour. I cherish the fresh air like I never have before. Otherwise, indoor rec is at a basketball court gym. I can shoot some hoops and do yoga on the mats. I had a yoga book sent to me and apparently, I've become somewhat of a yoga instructor here. It's slightly amusing seeing big black women attempt yoga poses. Good for them though! I figure, the more people I help relax here the better. If there's one thing about inmate's patience, it's that they don't have much - temper problems are common. More updates another day, my hand is beginning to ache. One more thing: in one of my books, I came across an interpretation of part of my name which means fate. It said, "Follow your destiny and alter it like a river moving through rocks." There couldn't be a better name to describe my life in its entirety.