Moving day within DVI

Today has been quite an eventful day, and a disturbing day. That is to say, more disturbing than usual. I've been moved to the exact cell I occupied until January 16th, 2007. If you recall, I went back into custody February 10, 2007, but before I was sent to DVI, I was housed in the county jail in Sacramento, and then the "Branch" in Elk Grove, CA.

You see I have a bad temper along with having a volatile personality, and I am also an addict, so yes, I am quite compulsive as well. That is why I have, unfortunately, returned so soon. My fiancee, didn't know whether to say I was a "boomerang", or maybe, more appropriately, I should have been known as a visitor, since I was back in jail after being released just 24 days earlier.

This time my cell mate is Italian and I think it is cool to share my "quarters", so to speak with someone of a different ethnicity. That seems to provide a measure of sanity, because nowadays, prison is weirder than usual, and when I am here I feel like an utter failure and retard, and unfortunately, I have acted the part as well.

Currently, I take meds to curb my anger but I am about to stop because the pills have the same effect as weed does. My appetite increases and I get absent-minded, and I don't feel like I am in control of my faculties. My mother and fiancee had both suggested that I need meds because of my obsessive-compulsive personality and because I suffer from depression and anxiety, as well.

I think my mood is more stable, but I feel physically off-balance and the heat seems to be a real problem as well. I know my fiancee will not be happy that I am stopping the meds, and I will probably end up recanting my total dismissal of meds because she calls most of the shots and while I wear the pants, she's the brain and I love her.