May 17
Yeah. Still in Arkham. Had high hopes that Mr J would come in on a motorcycle and whisk me away into the night, but it didn't happen. Actually, Mr J doesn't even have a motorcycle, which kinda puts some holes in that rescue plan, don't it? Man, I hate it here. I hope Mr J's goons are feeding Cerberus and Fenrir. If they're not, the poor babies are liable to take a chunk outta someone's leg as they walk by, and I'm not there to warn the little darlings that that ain't good for hyenas. Blaaaah.
Started group therapy today for like the twentieth time. Group therapy means that, if I'm still here in about five days, I'll get outside privileges with Red. I'm kinda looking forward to that, especially if we get garden duty. She makes the plants do funny things under your clothes when the guards ain't looking.
In the meantime, though, it's group therapy. Without Red. Sigh. I do get it with Prof Crane, though, which is always nice because we're both ex-doctors, and I feel very much that we UNDERSTAND each other. Have a certain CONNECTION. At least, when he's not ranting about being the Warlord of Phobiatology, which he keeps insisting is a real word, but I don't believe him. He gave me a lollipop when Dr Jung was outta the room, though, which was really nice of him. There was a spider inside it but I ate it anyway; kinda worried about not getting enough protein from this prison food. Dr Crane seemed sorta disappointed. I think he kinda wanted me to scream or something. Next time he sneaks up behind me and yells I'll have to act scared (even though I can always hear him coming; guy's a klutz).
Aside from Scarecrow, G.T.'s also got Killer Croc (who wins the award for most uncreative villain name, but you can't blame him, his brain's the size of a kumquat), Two-Face (EWWWWW!), and Riddler. Riddler's rooming with Magpie, which means he'll get out on good behavior as soom as he fesses up where she's hiding the guard's belt buckles. Lucky duck. Anyway, I'm the only girl, which I thought would mean lotsa attention, but so far no come-ons. Kinda disappointing. I mean, of course I'm gonna be faithful to my puddin, but it's nice to feel like a WOMAN. Especially when your uniform makes you look like a sack of potatoes and your hair sticks out kinda funny from the shock treatments.
Dr Jung tried to do a session on the importance of no using a mask to hide who you are, but Two-Face and Killer Croc got really upset cause they can't take off their masks. Which isn't a really big deal from Two-Face (OH MY GAWD PENNIES, THROW ONE AT ME IN THE SAME PLACE 2000 TIMES AND I MIGHT START TO BRUISE) but when Killer Croc's mad he sorta starts to tear things apart. So Dr Jung ended therapy early. Kinda stupid session to do with a group containing Killer Croc, anyway, when you think about it.
Now I'm back in my cell with NOTHING to do. Man, it's so frustrating when you're a better psychiatrist than half the people analyzing you. I'm so bored and I think we got green jello for dessert tonight. Yuuuuuuuck.
LOVE HARLEY