Well, I'm lost. The people who love me, who are all on military, line systems, are unable to reach me. I'm covered with, and surrounded by, a group of terrorists and robot-things, on different, conflicted systems, still connected to military intelligence and heavy weapons. They're running ilegal, experimental, optic systems, on me. They transport onto my body and near me, constant. Sam Hithye's personal system still has error messages, that it's blocked. He's not visible, to me. I've found a room, to rent, in a house, in SE Portland. I move in, tomorrow! The charity program, of the congregate, emergency, homeless shelter, that pays your first month's rent and security deposit, and buys $500 in household goods, now, "is different for everyone." I was, again, refused an appointment, with a Housing Specialist. I was, again, told that they'd be in their office, today, at ...