So, here's a little update that has nothing to do with naked bible reading sessions. I am still feeling somewhat shitty BUT I no longer hate my creative writing class. Actually, I love it, and according to my teacher's feedback am doing a pretty fucking good job. Feature writing has become the enemy. (Funny how the tables have turned.) Write about real global issues? Pshhh! I'd rather not! Instead, let's write about the slutty, schizophrenic, homeless wino I aspire to be. Duh! We also have to keep a visual diary, and I am having a really good time working on that. It's become my new outlet, and I'd rather create than spend moneyz on pretentious women who think they know everything because they carry around a fucking notepad. Also, my roommate's cat has started to lose its mind. He chases invisible creatures/ objects(?) around the apartment all night long. I am convinced he is addicted to juice and is experiencing withdrawal symptoms when he behaves so annoyingly. And he doesn't stop meowing. He has this new irritating high pitch meow, that pierces my eardrum. In job news, I am waiting for algorithme pharma to call me about my blood and urine sample. I really need to get this study, because otherwise I will actually resort to selling my body to the opposite (or same) sex instead of to this pharmaceutical company. Well, probably not, but still! Anyways, in the meantime, I've asked for my job back at Dunkin'. Oh, I now remember what I actually came on here for. It's a pretty wild and elaborate story, that I don't really want to write about anymore. But, the gist of it is that I am providing free donuts for a wanted criminal (a really minor crime, blown out of proportion(and yes I do believe it is minor and he is not lying. i am not just being naive)), who is stuck in montreal with no food or money, because he was robbed while trying to buy weed on St-Catherine's. He does, however, have a car that doesn't work and three triple A batteries. Crazy, eh?