no sleep, just tiredness, daydreams all night. Unreal, unholy, not to be desired, not to be wished upon anybody. Electronic noises at five in the morning, just as sleep seems possible, was not to be. The shower, same as always, shower head in need of replacement.
Face cream and pills, slow recovery of inflamed areas in the face. Slow coming and therefore slow to go away. Glasses found, go for the car.
Last time this year.
Gear in wrong, touch car in front.
oh.
ah well.
no harm done.
through the tunnel, accelerate up the bee eleven road, make the lights.
Drive through the dark countryside.
half an hour to work. Listen to music.
Joe Cocker died yesterday.
sad.
great singer.
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