Yesterday evening after I left the house-- I went to the Anne Arundel Co Library in Laurel to do some research on temporary living situations. I thought about going to a hotel-- but felt a 30 day situation a better option for me. I searched for Extended Stay options in the Washington metro area-- thinking I wanted to go to Washington but then decided I may need things and Judy had already agreed to help out-- so I decided to stay closer to Hanover.

When I realized I left the power cord for my netbook at the house-- I called Judy's cell and she was still there-- so she offered to bring it to the Starbucks right off the Parkway in Hanover. I then put a little gas in my car-- and went to the Provinces Branch of the AA Co Lib. There I made a reservation for 30 days at a local extended stay establishment. It was a good choice in that my mother and sister went out shopping for me and picked up some needed staples. I did not see my mother, but did see my sister today. If I am contesting anything about the temporary order, this assistance with staples would appear to be something in her favor. I am honest. I am not contesting her right to ask me to leave. It is a big hardship for me and I am not sure what I am going to do. It is the reason I have to leave that I feel she should rethink... I have lived with her for 17 years-- mostly asking the FBI why I am in the situation i am in-- in a very public manner. I am a business owner. All of a sudden my mother is trying domestic violence. I just don't think she should go that route.. there is no evidence to substantiate that claim. It is I who is not seen out a lot-- though I often take photos photos for my blog. my mother is always out and about. I keep thinking there must be something else.

Anyway-- after I settled in yesterday evening, I went to the local 7-Eleven. Here are several photos of my new humble abode.

My sleep is like clock work. I get up around 5:30 am every morning and I am usually asleep by 10:00 pm. Without the aid of sleeping pills. BWMC can confirm. Last night I was up until after midnight. I want to blame it on a loud air conditioner but I was a little upset. Not that I wanted to be at home. I simply do not feel safe there.. I am just worried about how I will be able to afford this. No -- I cannot ask my sister if i can stay with her-- and my brother is totally out. But the thing is-- my business should be successful and why can't i afford more? FBI?

Anyway-- I got up this morning walked around the complex-- [kind of looking for a pool], talked to my sister several times about things I needed [she told me she took off especially for me], wrote a blog post about the Temporary Protection order- then showered and dressed to meet her. I also went by my bank. They got me a lot of things. This is so odd. When my sister left, I noticed an AA co cop sitting directly in my line of view from the window, in an adjacent parking lot.

Earpiece on? Yes. Has been since I arrived yesterday.. one voice claiming to be Ben is upset with me. Yes, I believe it was him. The Monk still on. Then this morning the idiot that sounds like QT. For some reason when my sister left I wanted to cry-- something about her leaving seemed so final [but I decided when I left yesterday it was simply safer for me to leave. To many things that are not making sense-- so I was not crying because i wanted to go home-- more how did we get here]. Then I noticed the police car and I became incensed. It was directly in my line of sight as if to say- do you see me. When I called the FBI to inform of my temporary address change I also asked if there was anything that could be done about this. The car moved. Yes, i can still see it. The issue-- the area I am in is a business park and quite nice. That said-- several years ago-- when I started to notice things at a local mall and market-- I looked up on the Internet Prostitution in Maryland. The area I am in had one or two arrests for prostitution. Is it a prostitution area? I do not think so. I have seen no evidence and quite frankly I picked the establishment because it had the best monthly rates.

Police car over there as vice for prostitution? I am not paranoid. Looked to be too in my face-- but it could have been. I asked the FBI what they thought.

Most of the guys who have talked to me-- get you mistake me for a call girl-- I mistake you for an idiot. I believe this is well known amongst all surveillance types. I work too hard to be a software consultant to pretend I am going to service a guy. And I only date men [well I used to-- now no one]. I do not like the cop element saying boo to me... I am the wrong boo. Amazon owes me FBI-- and you, for allowing the diversion of my communications, not a john. No one makes that mistake but smart ass locals and the Monk... they shouldn't.