Day 10 - 7/2/21 - Friday
- mainemoviepirate
- Jul 1
- 2 min read
Actual Journal Entry:
“Very little sleep. Still exhausted. Don’t know why. ‘E’ got swabbed; he’s quite excited. We both did a stool cancer test, and I just did one in the real world before I came in. Sigh.
Raining. And I’m a little closer to the end. That means something. Kind of a slow, dull day. Tuna for lunch, which I gave to E, left me with a headache and tired feeling the rest of the afternoon. Not much going on here at the SHU. Another weekend on tap, including the 4th of July, one of my favorite holidays in the real world. But anyway. Interesting rumor going around the SHU: that Biden is taking a year off all inmates’ sentences. Who knows if it’s true.
Nasty Chicken, onion, peppers, & running, watery cheese mix with very little chicken and macaroni with no taste. I ate some; it got rid of my headache anyway. About 9 PM, as I write this, winding down Day 10. Ten Days. Wow. My mind is still racing with ways to get home and on with my life AND yet still fight for my cause. I guess we will see what happens.”
Notes for Day 10 (Four Years Later)
This entry was a short one, probably because I had a pounding headache and it was a rainy, drowsy day. Of course, the reality is that the weather outside that sealed six-by-nine cell shouldn’t logically impact its occupants. Ten days in, and I remember wishing I could be outside even for a few minutes. I will never take my freedom for granted again after this experience; that is for sure.
The last statement in the entry still resonates deeply with me. Given my lengthy investigation, the wait for trial, the wait for sentencing, and then COVID-19 putting the brakes on everything, I was desperately trying (and am still trying) to hold on to my reasons for fighting this case: the Fair Use of Orphan Works. The fact that this was the first time it had ever been a criminal case in America surrounding those issues should be enough of a reason to fight. But for how long, and at what cost? Maybe I’ll never have an answer, or maybe there isn't one.
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