Went to take photos of a model and she got me wings.
extra spicy with a diet pepsi™. Triumphed over will. I have to assure people that I don’t want to drink. I overcame my dependence on psychotropic drugs. I over came losing my notebook. I am still addicted to M. though…not morphine.
Then a game of pool, I win of course. 
This is the NEW olympia with extra expense. I avoid any restaurants on this street. Yeah, All establishments on this 2nd Ave. N. Is to be avoided. 
Bootlega?
Blonde with glasses and running legs spoke to me. I was not paying attention and didn’t realize it was Megan. This is so funny. This morning she was brunette. She was out for a run after work.
I got to thinking I am better off working on the notes I’ve lost and redoing the maths. I suppose someone would have called by now if they found it. My number was on the cover with my name.
now I sit in the saskatoon public library with a satisfied look on my face and starving like hell. I eat too much.
I do feel the the Phantom Of Fine Hall, leaving strange writings on walls and a lot of math. The obvious phantom of doontoon saskatoon.
Filed under: alcoholism, I am Not a Scientist, insomnia, Memory loss, Running, Sexy Friend, String Theory
