The Warden has still not shown her face, though I know she is watching. I know this because she calls whenever I am eating or a show/movie is right at a pivotal moment.

Navy work arranged a prisoner swap with Marine Work, as they have no IT people (they all quit/were laid off) and the CO and upper staff were having issues. Ran over and fixed the issues, and then remained till 5 pm to build up more bribe money for the warden.

Cell buddy Cueball informed me there is a night dive with sharks on friday, and offered to take and set up my gear so I could go. However, I will be attending the Golden Rose, and if it was any other event but this one, I just might have gone. But, getting home at midnight after diving only to get up at 6am to go to Raleigh to help all day would be a death sentence.

Returned to my cell only to discover that the Spy did not want to go out. I fear he has left work for me in some hidden corner of a room, but have not located it yet. Perhaps it is a surprise for the holidays.

Was allowed to walk around the prison yard for 45 minutes with the Spy with the promise that motorcycle privileges would be reinstated. This turned out to be a falsehood, as the Warden used the Weather Dominator again to drive storms into the area. Was forced to watch re-runs of "That 70's show" until I wanted to Kill Eric and take Donna as my new girlfriend.

Dinner was Burritos. I am only allowed to eat burritos when the Warden is gone. It is all she leaves me. That and dog kibble. Spy attempted to eat said burritos but I was able to fend him off. Currently constructing a shank out of a spare burrito that went stale.

Warden performed bed check again, ensuring another two hours of consiousness, and to inform me of the goverment funded fishing trip she went on. Life on the outside sounds so nice.

Warden used remote controlled shock paddles hidden in my bunk last night, as I was abruptly awoken to major pain in my back. Pain pills didn't help, and it was still there this morning, once again ensuring I couldn't get on the motorcycle. And, of course, the weather is going to be beautiful today and completely ugly tomorrow.

I will attempt to ride this afternoon, assuming the Warden has not arranged more amusements for me.