Knowing it ain't really smart
The joker ain't the only fool
Who'll do anything for you

Juice Newton, "Queen of Hearts"
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Finally got my 3rd bunkie: he's in for 30 days (out of a 60 day sentence; he's already served time in the main jail) for violating probation. Imagine a real life garden gnome and you've got him. He seems an alright guy. He's a bit talkative, but that means that he and Ray always talk to each other, leaving me to delve further into Cervantes. He listens to Q104.7 like Robert used to, meaning that my reprieve from hearing the same 12 songs over and over is, now, over.

They took out the top mattress from my bunk, meaning that the only shade I have from the Walmart-intensity bulb comes from the metal supports above me. I suppose it's nice to have a little more illumination, though, to counteract the falling daylight.

No visit on Sunday because of the dash of rain (which reminds me: What's Snoop Dogg's favorite type of weather? Drizzle) and the fact that the control center officers were lazy. It put everyone in a sour mood, but one of the homies from across the hall (I only know him as Bullet) had a copy of Risk and we proceeded to play from 2pm until lockdown at 11pm. Risk combines all of the favorite activities of an incarcerated person: rolling dice and waging campaigns of patchwork diplomacy and global domination.