Really. I was in the lab, listening to music, I look at the little clock in the Windows taskbar, and all of a sudden I have to leave in half-an-hour. Wow. I wish more days were like that. This is the portion of life through which I'd like to accelerate. And how 'bout them Red Sox! We all knew that the Yankees' biggest problem was their lack of bullpen depth but it really showed last night, when both teams were obviously depleted. It was really cool when Ortiz won the game, and we all gave a muted cheer (so as to not get the TV room shut down), and then did the same with the Houston game. If only the Monday Night Football game held such promise!

Steve is out of here in 12 days. Apparently, I'd be in less trouble if I beat my wife! And Anthony is out of here in 10 days. Apparently, I'd be in less trouble if I ran over a kid who wasn't in a car when I was sober and in a fit of rage. Meanwhile, I've got a friend from furlough, who did his time for embezzlement here and then had to serve a 180-day sentence in LA County. He checks in downtown on Friday; he's released on Saturday. On a 180-day sentence he gets an 18-hour kick. Los Angeles jails are ca-rowded. Apparently, I'd be in less trouble if I consciously stole money from my place of employment!

The point I'm trying to make is that I'm being punished for something of which I am guilty, but was an accident. I never wanted to hurt anybody; it wasn't my intent to do so, despite the fact that my behavior lended itself to such results. So I'm being punished for the results, while others are just punished for their behavior. If one were to properly address my behavior, they should just take away my license for a year, and then make me drive another year with an interlock device. Maybe you can throw in some classes in there and limitations where I'm allowed to be. Oh, wait, I get that anyway. Pricks. Meanwhile, in 12 days, will Steve want to treat his wife better because he loves her, or because he fears Ventura? In 10 days, will Anthony find peaceful resolutions to his problems because he's truly controlled his anger, or because he fears Ventura? I mean, I truly believe that Edwin, the beneficiary of Los Angeles' correctional shortcomings, will stop trying to steal money to buy his rims, not because he thinks it's wrong, but because he doesn't want to get caught. And, by the way, I've still got over three months to go, and I'm reading Cervantes. Hate this county.

Dropped my phone out of my jacket pocket yesterday while I was on my bike. It fortunately fell in a patch of mud, the one oasis in an ocean of pavement. I immediately thought, "Oh, shit, I won't be able to call Heather... oh, shit, the field officer won't be able to call me!"