Aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?

Nas, "Made You Look"
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Five days down, 22 more weeks to go. I found out that the going to Ixia is really the only thing that will make this time fly by, and so I'm hoping that (since I'm on salary), I can find a way to start showing up on Saturdays.

The people around me in Camarillo are pretty nice. I share a small room with 4 other guys (1 of whom left on Friday, and another leaving this week). George is in for selling weed. Rick is in for possession of meth. Rob is in for selling meth. Ray is in for possession of coke.

I'm in because I fit a profile that indicates that I'd be a multiple DUI offender in the future. I can't confirm or deny that since my prognostication skills aren't up to snuff (so to speak). I think the best way to approach the whole situation is to trick myself in to being a recovering alcoholic and see where a false sense of sincerity takes me. It reminds me of Ron Livingston and Jon Favreau's characters in Swingers, where Rob tells Mikey that you have to pretend to forget about her, and then one day, you really will forget about her.

I've finished Diderot's Jacques the Fatalist. I highly recommend it, if only because it poses a certain question: if we've been predestined (through quantum mechanics, or genetics, or divine will) to commit certain acts, then why should we feel sorry when those acts are bad? Why should we receive credit when those acts are good? This isn't life-changing philosophy by any means, but it's still a pretty funny story whose narrative style is fairly cutting edge even by today's standards. I'm currently on Catcher in the Rye, but I'm blazing through it. I'll probably be reading some Tolkien by the end of the week.

I can receive visitors Monday through Friday from 12:30 to 2:30 at Camarillo, but since I'm at work, that rules those hours out. I also can receive visitors on Sundays from 2pm to 4pm, but only six at a time. If you would like to visit, contact me ahead of time so that I can write you down on my "expected visitors" list; there's no surprise guests allowed, apparently. There's an outdoor picnic area, complete with a handful of barbecue pits for those feeling a little incendiary, but if you visit, I'd request that you bring something that I can't normally have, like In-N-Out or some homemade grub.