#archivist's log

Never in my entire existence have I experienced this many staggering declines and inclines, much less in the span of a week. 

I could not afford this. Such a simple mistake. It has left me with considerably narrow options now, which both horrify... and excite me?

No, no. Not the right word at all. Horrify. That is the appropriate word.

Circumstances have admittedly improved since the beginning of these unfortunate series of events, at least. I no longer face charges of being wrongfully accused, and have even been released from that dreadfully claustrophobic cell they shoved me into. I have even found suitable accommodations with the... only outside contact I have ever maintained.

The real question I am now faced with is: Where could I possibly go from here?

Well. The answer is simply stated, but not so easily acquired.

I need to get back to where I belong - which is a far... far distance from here.

I must not make it difficult though, which I feel myself already doing. I have never once been in the presence of any from the outside for such a prolonged period of time. It's been a painful experience thus far though, with minimal victories on my part to diminish any of the more awkward qualities I possess; which is all of them. At least as a temporary solution.

I will force myself to believe this as just another project to complete, and in some sense... it is. It will need its own section dedicated to it most likely, though hopefully a small one... considering I have no intention of continuing my work once I have established my way back.

That is what I must remember most of all.