Not-So-Good News

There was a chance, albeit a very slight chance, that this matter wouldn't move forward; however, I received word from my attorney a few days ago that the case is proceeding. He's put in a call to the DA and has assured me that all of this is standard and unsurprising, and no cause for concern. I'll know more come October 25, but I seriously doubt that it'll be resolved at that point. More time, more money, more headache.

I Love a Rainy Night

Two nights ago, a lull in the storm permitted me a leisurely walk through the neighborhood. I wandered up a deserted Berry Street and past the park toward Greenpoint. The trees were dark and mysterious. The street stretched before me, moonlit with a wet, hazy glow. A hush had fallen over the city, and I found that rare quiet moment when the only noise is the sound of a car's tires against wet asphalt. I love nights like that.

Sunday Night Blues

Yesterday was a dreary day, yet it suited my mood. I stared out my bedroom window at a gray, overcast sky. I had slept late and wasn't really sure what to do with myself. As the afternoon crept into evening, I felt listless. The Sunday night blues had set in. I hadn't really done much of anything but still dreaded going to work today. I woke up to a dreary, rainy Monday. I sometimes like a day like that, but today I could've used a little sunshine.

Uncertainty

A big question mark looms in the distance. My court date is thirty days away. I'm not sure what's going to happen on that day, and I don't know how many times I may have to appear in court. My attorney told me that I'd have at least two or three court appearances. Two months will have passed before my first appearance, and I have no idea how much time will fall between any future appearances. Months? I just don't know, but it seems likely, given that I've had to wait two months for my first one.

A friend of mine once found himself in a similar predicament, and he told me that he spent hours at court that first day to only have his date pushed back a month due to an overloaded docket. When he showed up a second time, it was delayed again. It took months for him to resolve the matter; however, in the end, he prevailed and was exonerated. I hope to do the same.

Last Day of Summer

It's a beautiful autumn day, and I am feeling rather optimistic. I'm not sure why, because I have no particular reason for feeling that way, but there's something in the air. Maybe it's because I've finally been able to get a decent night's sleep. You see, for weeks now I have suffered from insomnia, and since my fast, I've slept soundly for three nights in a row. It's the first time I have felt well rested since this ordeal began. I look forward to the day when my mind is again at ease and a good night's sleep is no longer the exception.

Break(fast)

I broke my fast this morning, sitting down to a bowl of oatmeal and a glass of milk. I still felt good but decided it was time to eat. I'd lost ten pounds leading up to my arrest, and I discovered this morning that I had lost an additional five pounds due to the fast. I now weigh 145 lbs. Fasting allowed me time for reflection. I feel as if I've righted myself and can now think clearly.

A Day of Fasting

I haven't eaten anything since Friday evening. Given the chain of events the past few weeks, I felt the need to purge my body and clear my mind, and as the weekend approached, I decided to fast. It was purely by coincidence that my day of fasting fell on Yom Kippur. My sustenance has come from a lemon juice, maple syrup, cayenne pepper, and vinegar concoction. I've been drinking them since yesterday. Last night I hit a rough patch but stuck to my guns. I woke up this morning feeling amazingly clear-headed and really, really good. Because of that, I've decided to continue my fast until tomorrow morning.