My life is filled with confusion & frustration.
My head is packed with demands, obligations & problems. Once one has been liberated, another takes its place. There's the regular stress created by professional antagonizers who have destroyed friendships & communication.

I wrote a grievance, sent it to the state bar attempting to remove my lawyer from my case. These efforts won't produce success. The state bar isn't going to go against a state court. I desperately need to hire someone to remove this attorney from my case. I find myself dreaming I'll meet an attorney on the internet interested in getting involved by taking over my case...

If only I had donors, benefactors, active involvement, this would give me resources of assistance.

This unit went on lockdown on July 7. This was only another distraction. I couldn't go to commissary. I didn't have nothing! No stamps, nor any food inside my cage to eat whenever I got hungry. The brown bags that the food was passed out in smelled, the bread had moles on it. I never felt right having to eat what was being passed out.
All I could think about was I used all my money to buy one of these sorry ass typewriters. I felt that I should have kept my money & bought commissary when I wrote & informed the commissary personnel about the problem that I was having. To my surprise I was given another typewriter!  The woman told me that if it was up to her, she wouldn't give these typewriters away because they're not worth the money inmates are paying to get them. I asked her could I get that in writing, she asked me was I going to give her a job?

I understand, there are guards here who don't like what's going on but this job pays their bills.
On July 15, the guards arrived on the pod to shake everyone down. They looked like a lot of buzzards going through the property. They showed no regards for inmates' property, it was like a game to them. I stood at my cage door watching guards going through the property. It upset me to watch. They put us inmates into the shower taking the property to the dayroom searching through it. I didn't have any problem, I'm pleased about this but I'm still disturbed about how things are going here...

I'm pleased to be able to inform you that my knees are a lot better! The medication I'm taking helps, but it's causing a small pain in my chest, this concerns me. I'm not sure what the pain is, it comes & goes. Not going to worry about it because I have to deal with enough stress already.

This unit came off lockdown on July 17. I'm waiting to go to commissary to buy some stamps. We should go this week, they came around picking up commissary cards because radios came in. Now I have a radio. After going so long without one, I don't listen to it that much.

29-07-2009, 00:00 geschreven door Sunshine