drive cross city, watch the matrix with val, talking about octopus, i drink amazonian drink, it's purple and wonderful, olga comes and we go to dinner where i drink from a big coconut. they put an umbrella in it, i'm uncertain why people do that but it's lovely, i eat some vegetables then we go to a strange bar filled with poker machines, i hate poker machines and their energy, i don't like the inherent evil they emit, strange noises and colours, the dead looks on their symbiotic once human hosts. 
i drive home. i give the dog a bone. i potter around the darkness of mission control, i bang into a pile of books and they spill like a tower falling across the floor, a tarot deck being spread, i see a magickian and the fool, i see the universe and the star and i see the wheel off fortune. i grab a tangerine and sit in candlelight contemplating the next deep fix project and it's possibilities.