I have no way of looking other than to reach out through this one conduit to the outside, and ask for that networking I talked about. It's no one's job to help me. I can't prove the condition, I will be out on the street in a neurological hell from constant light exposure, as things are, without a sort of miracle. I'm not going to count on a stroke of extreme good luck popping into existence from nowhere.
I believe any landlord can say to leave at the END of a lease period. A tenant does not have a God given right to stay forever in a rented apartment whether the landlord wants him there or not.
I have no option of staying here anyway, because the reddish liquid in the bathroom has set off a sort of bomb in my nervous and immune systems.
My brain function is too impaired from how ill I am to function on the phone.
