There is another wave of sickness in the dorm – stuffy head, earaches, dry throat.
Also last night – one person from my 20-man dorm was taken to the hospital; he needed reconstructive surgery for a broken eye socket. There have been multiple fights in here during my stay. Normally, stitches solve the problem, but last night was a face-crusher. The stress of living here causes people to snap over small things.
I just want to return to my quiet life – I love this area, and would like to return to my home to focus on my research, especially of the plants local to this area. I was negotiating an option to purchase my rental – but this incarceration has been a huge financial setback and may have gotten me evicted. I’ve only been gone three and a half months – perhaps I have not lost everything yet.
I’m struggling with depression. Sometimes, I barely get out of bed but for a few hours in a day: There is nothing to get up for – only a few fiction books that do not interest me, and card games that make me feel like I’m in a retirement home.
My requests for legal material are all but denied: I made more than ten verbal requests and five written requests for legal material. In return, I was given five printed pages of other, irrelevant information.
My vindication is that for as long as I am trapped in here, I will keep focused on exposing the administration – by publishing truth they seek to keep hidden.
Guilty Until Proven Wealthy 