For the last time. See you on the glorious other side, in around four months, when I will have completed my sentence. If nothing goes wrang in the meantime.
I mean, *wrong*.
Funny, that’s the first thing that’s ever gone wrong.
Things are tough: we’ve had no water for a month and it looks like I may get no more for the rest of my time there. Internet has stopped completely. Other things have happened that I cannot share at this time.
But I’m now so close to freedom that I can smell it.