Many things have happened in the past several weeks. The Examiner refused to pay me. My mom and I got written threats under the windshield of our car in the library parking lot. My review quota is 130 movie reviews and 249 book reviews/articles so far for the Examiner. Triond is paying me change. The heat is insane, like a desert climate shift. I’ve really gone through a lot of nonsense the past few weeks, and it all irritates me. I can’t find peace. If people were constantly harassing and threatening you, how would you find peace inside? How would your mind be at rest, not worry, not be angry? I can’t concentrate on my reading, my writing. I’m at war inside. And outside.