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Sunday. It's 1:30 am. I'm in an empty university classroom outside Yuma. Found this place around 4 pm on Saturday. The first automatic sliding door I approached on bicycle opened up. So I locked up at a rack nearby, and came inside. Turns out the building is closed and all the other doors are locked. No janitors come by to find me.

I was smoked by the last leg of the bike ride to university. The wind is strong on flat desert. I was fine until I turned south into campus and for some reason the wind picked up and smothered me. I came direct from lunch, and a combination of food coma and heat fatigue overwhelmed me after I got inside.

I slept on the floor for two hours. Woke up. Walked around the school. Few people out on the soccer field. Saw a guy collecting Pokemon, and a group of students watching cartoons in another classroom. The bathrooms were unlocked. So there were people about.

Came back to the room and blogged for four hours. Now I need to pee. Hope no one is around to see me when I go out, and can get back inside.

I want to leave early in the morning before anyone discovers me. And get breakfast. But I'm dead tired and could sleep a good 12 hours in here.

10:00 am. Still here. There's heavy winds outside. The horizon is obscured by clouds of dust and sand. I need a handkerchief to cover my face so I don't breathe this stuff into my lungs.

The sliding doors opened at 7:30 am and I darted up, thinking someone was coming inside. Nobody came in. I peeked out the windows. A bird struggled to fly against the wind. Maybe it set off the motion sensors.

I'll try to stay here until dinner. There's a buffet on my route out of town. I have jerky and water until then. Doesn't look like anyone will come. It's Sunday and the university is closed.

The classroom where students were watching cartoons is locked now. So are the indoor bathrooms by the library. The outside ones are still open. Someone did lock up the place at night. But they only checked the areas that were in use.