Hmmm ... where did my last entry go? oh well ...

This place sucks ... but it could be worse... really, it'd be great if you just got out of Sing Sing. In a way it reminds me of prison ... I will probably never go beyond these walls. For a whole year. well, thats not depressing at all ... :/  
Life here is like a run on sentance, no periods in between, just the commas to seperate one thought from the next, it goes on and seems eternal, there's a pretty good chance that I might start to talk to myself out here, for real.
I've been trying to keep busy with little side projects, doodles, knitting, getting furnature, reading, getting excited over when the bazaar and mail comes.  
I've lost weight. I'm too tired to eat by the time breakfast is served, and they only serve breakfast and dinner here. My abs have gotten weaker too, I need to start doing sit ups ... real pt, soon.
Oh my .. I've just learned that Taco Bell had a e.coli problem ... how sad. I love you, Taco Bell. and Raymond's Dad died ... from "E.L.R" .. very very sad (but I'm a little more personal with Taco Bell ...).

anyway ... just another day in ass-canistan (as my husband has dubbed it) ..

I've spent a LOT of time looking at other peoples art work lately ... and although I think that a lot of them are just absolutly awesomely cool ... I'm green with envy and getting a little down on my self. I feel like I just draw the same things, all the time and that ... my imagination is dead. (NO!) does anyone know imagination CPR? ;.;