I had a very busy day. I almost forgot about the bad times. Then I was out to eat with my parents and my dad looked at me and asked how long James was in for. I just burst into tears. I did so, because I don't know the answer. I hate this. His mom called earlier and said that James called her earlier and told her to tell me, that he loves me and not to worry. I wish I could talk to him. I'm going to go see him on Friday and Sunday. I would go Saturday but I have to work 8am-5pm, its my last day at Hallmark. Woohoo! I know its going to be incredibly busy, being the day before mother's day. I'm glad I get to see him on Friday, but I won't enjoy seeing him in the orange jumpsuit. I'm going to be surrounded by these white trash women, knocked up, coming to visit their drug dealing men. Uck. I'm not like that and he's not a bad guy. He just couldn't afford those damn classes! They've already worked it out so that he can take cheaper classes once he gets out which will be a lot of help. He couldn't afford $500 a week for 6 weeks straight of classes. Anyhow.. I'm going to go play Diablo 2 and entertain myself. Later.