by about noon i was exhuasted, running on empty, my lights were dim and i was feeling kinda low, just frittering away a day, unable to read, rest, even sitting in my hammock was difficult, i was so tired restlessness, itching, jonesing, anxiety creeping down the spine, hangong around waiting for something to give, imobile, moving through mission control from room to room, picking up my guitar, putting it down, time slipping past my fingers, unable to digest solids, tremors and cold sweats, then my phone rang and it's Leary. They kicked him off the plane, he was coming home, the crazy madman had another night, yes!!!
i pick him up at the supermarket of our wildest dreams, the place we roam in the twilight hours when the city sleeps, the freaks come out, its late night shopping under fluro lights and the checkout girls are all on slow, the opposite of speed, they can't even crack a smile, but they take our money in exchange of a swipe and an autograph. tonight we go looking for toothpaste then back to newport for a last supper. i invite the georgous emilie, who arrives, takes pan for a walk, while i rendevouz with Leary.
we eat bad thai food but in good company, the food tastes fine. later at mission control i make emilie a cuppa and we have another d and m, and a little fracture appears, a window, i wanna climb in, for a moment i am caught between this overwhelming need to hug her and then i feel like just closing my eyes and sleeping.

Buddah says Life is sufferring, i think some one miss heard him, what he actually made was the statement, 'Life IS sufferring.'
Aparantly its his birthday soon and we all get to throw water at one another, thats kinda neat, much better than eating turkey and spending $ in a consumer frenzy.