So you're living in the terminal of an international airport. The most powerful government in the world is trying to shut you up by throwing you in prison probably for the rest of your life. Every other spy in the world wants to recover what's encrypted on your laptops, so you sleep with them as your pillow.
You have a legal advisor from Wikileaks, and the Russians will probably keep you from being killed where you are, but not much else in the way of tangible support. International press are phoning your media relations consultant, Julian Assange, around the clock begging to know if there are any updates which they might possibly write about.
And folks on the Internet and the press at home call you a selfish narcissist if you open your mouth once a week.