A storm is brewing and I hope it rains. It rained yesterday but not for very long. The storms haven't been very good this year and the storms haven't been much at all. We're under water restriction again and to tell the truth, I'm very tired of being in a drought.

I suppose the storm has hit all over the world in one form or another, though, and instead of raining water, it's raining human lives and propaganda from every millimeter of the circle.

I have officially given up on humanity. But I will not give up on individuals. There is hope there, I believe.

Sixteen days until I'm out of here. The room is almost done. And I know that I'm not alone, although that what it seems like at the moment. And that's my hope, and I guess hoping in itself gives me more reason to be hopeful.

Hope is the only thing I've ever possessed more than loneliness. And I guess that's a good starting point.