I’m still making adjustments to my new life in Hamilton.

The city of Hamilton lies in Southern Ontario in Central Canada. Summers are humid, winters are chilly. Spring and fall are beautiful.

I’m surrounded by youth. As if by osmosis, it makes me feel I’m one of them. When you’re on the bus and surrounded by ugly people, you begin to imagine you share their qualities, and it’s a bad feeling. When you’re surrounded by youth, however, it’s revitalizing. I’ve been doing more walking over the past 3 days than I’ve done in a long time. I’m eating well, calories dedicated to building up my walking stamina.

I’ve had very little sleep yet I don’t feel low or burned out. Although my life is dedicated to explorations, at the moment, and I’m not doing much, I don’t feel bored.

There’s a vast amount of titty (titty on display, practically) where I am. It must please girls to no end to titillate men with their bodies. It doesn’t affect me much. I have less hormonal vulnerability than the average male is susceptible to.

I have taken to tying back my long hair with an elastic band purchased at a drug store. Oh, I bought a new cell phone, did I tell you? No, I didn’t. It’s a Moto model, more powerful than my last phone. Even still, it’s an obsolete model that only ran me 200 bucks. I bought it at the Chatr kiosk at Jackson Square Mall, between the food court and the main library branch.

Speaking of which *smiling wolfishly* I have a Hamilton library card. And I still have my Vancouver library card info, which I’ve been using to access private databases over my cell phone. I gave a false address as my home. I said I live at 121 Hollywood Street North — a real street — when, in fact, I don’t. I’m a bit between places at the moment…

I’ve been talking to Dad a fair bit. He’s woozy from the bladder relaxation medication they gave him and he’s feeling poorly. I feel for him. He’s going to let my sister Marianne know I’m back. I’m curious as to her reaction.

I came across a book on deviancy which anyone was free to take, but I left it behind. Maybe I’m not as much of a deviant as I prided myself on being. People are more like me than they’d normally like to admit.