It's just easy time from here on out, as far as I'm concerned. I think what's really made me feel like time was accelerating was strict adherence to routine. Of course, a lot of that innate in being an inmate, but I think you've got to take it a step beyond in order to ignore the passage of time, particularly once the workday ends and the inmate-evening begins.

Weekdays
6am - Wake up, change, wait for turn in bathroom
7am - Get on bus. Sleep, or read, or stare out into the distance
7:30am - Get off bus. Go to work, or get breakfast, or take an indulgent 15 minute ride to Starbucks.
7:45am-4:45pm - Manipulate a bunch of 1's and 0's, always ascribing to the philosophy that if you can't break something down into a series of 1's and 0's, you probably don't have enough RAM.
5pm - Get on bus. Sleep, or read, or stare out into the distance
5:30pm - Get stuck in afternoon traffic on the 101
6pm - Back at furlough. Breathalyze, get patted down. Hope it's not your birthday.
6pm-7:30pm - Buy coffee or Powerade from vending machine. Read. Still fighting through Cervantes.
7:30pm - On Mondays, Football. Wednesdays and Fridays, AA. All other days, continue reading.
9pm - Shower.
10pm - Read in bed. On Fridays, begin room cleanup.
11pm - Lockdown

Notice how I left no time to get food at the chow hall. That's not an accident.

Saturday
8am - Laundry. Room cleanup.
10am - Breakfast in the chow hall. My only meal in Furlough all week long.
12pm - Room inspection. Outside rec time.
3pm - Shower. Post-basketball nap.
4pm-10pm. Still haven't got this one nailed down.
10pm - Read in bed.
11pm - Lockdown

And now the highlight of my week.

Sunday
8am - Get coffee from vending machine. Figure out which games are being played.
9am-2pm - Watch football.
2pm-4pm - Visit with Mom & Co.
4pm- 9pm - Haven't got this one nailed down.
9pm - Shower
10pm - Read in bed
11pm - Lockdown

Wayne busted my routine this morning by waking up early, causing a big ass ruckus, so that he could eat breakfast at the morning chow hall (5am). Not worth it, in my opinion, which he soon shared upon experiencing it for himself. Wayne also has this habit of leaving his radio on all night, which I eventually am able to ignore, but it's annoying nonetheless. Not as annoying as his snoring once he hits REM. Ugh. Looks like gnome, snores like chainsaw.