Day 2 (t-minus 1824) and Say 3 (t-minus1825)

At 6:15am I left the hotel where my family was still sleeping. I knew I needed to actually see the facility, that I would be calling home for the next 5 years of my life, alone...first. I don't know what I was expecting. Maybe a repeat of the classic scenes from OZ or any of the Law & Order shows....or...God-forbid 5 years of Orleans Parish Prison Women's Ward in Southwhite.

Should I be glad that what I have actually experienced is more like....hmmm...how would I describe the past three days?

1. No fences but lots of out-of-bound signs.
2. Food that tastes like what I ate in high-school.
3. A college dorm room but with one roomie my age(with kleptomania issues) and the other 20 years older(with resentment issues).
4. The realization that...damn...there are alot of people from New Orleans here.
5. New York City is not the only place where there are alot of people in a small space, where everyone recognizes it and tries to make the best of it.
6. The primary concern of Federal employees is keeping their job....i.e. not doing anything to mess that up.
7. Secret deodorant is just as expensive in Prison (at the commissary) as it is at CVS.
8. Asics tennis shoes are always cheaper at Marshall's. (Which is why I shopped there frequently)
9. Crocheted blankets are actually cute.

Do I have any outside issues/concerns?
Right now no. Maybe that will change later.

6 miles - 10 girlie push-up - 30 crunches