I had this cute nurse last night… She asked me if I needed anything. Yeah, I know. I wanted to so bad, but I thought it’d be a bad idea to mess with a woman in control of my drugs. She’s bound to put a bag of sodium penathol up on my pole, giving me a lethal drip. Speaking of drips, my daughter Jessica came by with her boyfriend Robby. He’s a good kid, but he won’t ever get a real job because he can never pass that drug test, if you know what I mean… Anyway, they got me a milkshake… Nothing much more to say but I’m in room 237 and visiting hours are 8-8.