dark chocolate nuggets with truffle filling

So much for the diet.  Lately, my life seems to revolve around food.  If I'm not cooking it, I'm eating it, and that adds up.  A lot.

Today was a good day.  Back in the prison, there was a lot of work to catch up, and that was good.  It makes the time go by.  And there was also lots of gossip to catch up on.  Ran into Overby, who grabbed my arm, hauled me over to another officer and said - ask HER how bad I play.

The other officer looked at him, looked at me, and made a face like...what on earth...and of course, Overby was talking about guitar.

She came over and heard me play the other night.  Ask her how bad I am!

I shook my head and said, you're good and you know it.  Extricated my arm and made my escape. The man is rabid about music.  Could be a LOT worse, and he's a nice fella, really.

Caught up with Delta, Monica, McLaurin and Smitty at the picnic table.  Thank God for them - they're the characters who make prison a better place to be.  Delta is country from the word go, does NOT mince words and does not fear a write-up on account of her language:

I told that mother(#$)@#$*&!! to git his *@@$$ up and leave me alone (do not click on that hyperlink, i don't know where it came from, but apparently typing those characters creates one).  Men.  They ain't after but one thing. *expletive not typed*.

Smitty, on the other hand, is always talking himself into having a good day.  "I don't care what happens, if anybody asks, my day is GREAT!" and he pastes a great big exaggerated grin on his face and cusses when The Powers That Be locate him.

Monica...well.  She's different.  A German by birth, she has strong opinions on anything that is uttered, whispered or shouted.  I just hope she doesn't get herself fired, because...she spreads it around.  I like her.

McLaurin is the quiet one out of the bunch.  She's the nurse in charge of the first aid room, arranging transfers to the infirmary, etc.  Plain old good folks.  She's wonderful.

Otherwise anymore, there's a lot of backstabbing and infighting and just plain, pure misery on the inside.  I took a week to "get my mind right", as Delta would say.  I hope there's plenty of work for the next 15 years...I plan to hide in it.

I wonder what it is that makes some individuals so afraid that they'll do more than someone else.