24 January 2019 – Thursday

483 down, 247 to go.

Fuck Nebraska. Their fire alarm just went off and no one even moved. This place is full of ass-clowns.

Some rapper named Meeks or Mills is starting an organization to get criminal justice reform. Van Jones was on stage with him to announce it. Wonder if that’ll go anywhere. It’s about damn time, citizens starting acting. I won’t get my hopes up. The police state will rise up and crush dissent.

The assholes in the room made noise late into the night. I was so tired all day long.

Despite that I had a good trip to Barnes and Noble. I found six books that I most wanted: (1) C++ Without Fear, (2) How Democracies Die, (3) Heart of Darkness, (4) Meditations, (5) The Federalist Papers, and (6) White Trash: History of Class. The sponsor was kind of a right-winger, but enjoyable to talk to. We spent quite a bit of time at Arby’s talking about religion and politics. He offered to take me to the library some time.

Some disappointing news about work release. It seems they don’t have my application anywhere. The stupid-bitch case manager is NEVER here and hasn’t responded to any of my previous IIRs. I put one into her on this topic too to see if she responds. These people not helpful and not even minimally competent at their jobs – unless their job is to lie, obfuscate, deceive, and distract. Now that I write it out – that’s very likely the situation. Wingate, who said “you’re probably up soon” the last time I asked about two weeks – now says “ok, something must be wrong. Write an IIR to the Case Manager”. Lauren is so dumb and lazy. She aske the same lame set of questions designed to push a person off every time. After some leading questions, she will finally admits in the end that she doesn’t know jack shit.

Dalton was flirting with me after dinner. I just stammered like an idiot. He is so beautiful. Problem is that he knows it. Ha. Rob told me he has five children, but is “pan-sexual”. LOL. Yum, I want some!