The Hard Times Diaries, Jane, Day 1
Day 1, It’s not really day1. Day 1 was a while ago. But I haven’t had time or paper handy to write anything down since day one, and I have no idea what day–or month–or even year it is anymore. Too many...
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Day 2, I woke up on day 2 feeling about as bad as I had when I went to sleep the night before. But I had a blanket on me when I woke up. I think it was actually a jacket, now that I think back on it....
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Day 3, I woke up some time after day break. By the feel of the heat in the room, it felt like a good deal after day break. I slept in a lot that first night back in the house. I spent the morning going...
View ArticleThe Hard Times Diaries, Jane, Day 4
Day 4, I woke up early on day 4. I think it was because I went to bed early. Without a TV, or a computer, I drifted off to sleep after it got dark. The water was still working, but the water heater...
View ArticleThe Hard Times Diaries, Jane, Day 5
Day 5, Day 5 was more of the same. Cold shower in the morning, wandering around the neighborhood during the day. You could start to see the strain getting to people. Fewer people were on the street,...
View ArticleThe Hard Times Diaries, Jane, Day 6
Day 6, On the night of day 5, we were told to figure out how much food and bottled water we had in our houses, to try and figure out how long we could live without getting outside food. It was just me...
View ArticleThe Hard Times Diaries, Jane, Day 7
Even though I had been offered a night at Alice’s I couldn’t bring myself to stay away from the house. I still had a small amount of hope that at any moment my mother and father would come through the...
View ArticleThe Hard Time Diaries, Jane, Day 8
When I woke up, Alice was gone. Left early in order to make it back before her father woke up. I was still a little surprised that she had come over in the first place. Same morning routine followed by...
View ArticleThe Hard Times Diaries, Jane, Day 9
The sleepover at Alice’s was more normal than you might have thought. We slept in a “tent” in the living room that her father made out of bed sheets and stayed up telling scary stories and gossiping...
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