March 30, Friday

Jail is such a strange place. One deputy went through my papers and took all staples and paper clips, as well as the metal eraser holders on the pencils. Another deputy brought me two verbatim copies of a fax. Both copies were faxed directly to the jail and both had staples necessarily placed there by jail personnel.
The right hand knoweth not what the left hand doeth. That’s not altogether bad. If you keep on politely asking different people (sometimes the same person) you will usually get a reasonable result.