Where am I?

Went to bed about 9 p.m. last night. Woke up to the complete refugee experience. It was pretty humid last night, and by morning the fog had rolled in -- in and out of the tent. The condesation had built up inside the nylon tent and I was woken to the Chinese water torture. I contorted myself for a while to try and avoid the drips, but eventually decided I had had 9 hours of scattered, broken sleep, and that was enough. Besides, the kitchen crew was going to be starting on breakfast (of course, I saw an open terminal, so I thought I'd update instead of helping in the kitchen).

I'm going to try and describe the physical place where we are, since I can almost certainly do that without getting depressed about what surrounds us or angry at the people who run this shelter.
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And one more thing...

I'm trying to update from here, but I'm not as able to separate my energy level from my emotions as Pax seems to be. As a consequence, my (limited number of) posts seem quite dispassionate by consequence. If I let in a little of the enormity of the destruction here, I'm afraid it'll swallow me.

A Good Day

Up at 6 a.m., but I've written that already. Hard to believe that was this morning. It's been a long, good day. My guess is I'll be asleep before 9:30 again. God, I hope so.

( Cuz you know this is going to be long )