# been up all night massaging my damn arm still agonizing from rsi - and crying at how tired i'm feeling would pretty much to anything for a week's worth of sleep about now my stomach's twisting like i'm gonna puke from all the black coffee i've just forced myself to drink i stayed up and typed a project sub-report on intense painful loneliness and resulting tragic death and for a while at least the caffeine and the horrible cold of this utterly horrible overpriced rented shoebox flat have somehow combined to allow me to mostly ignore the constant slow burning pain in my right shoulder i'll surf bluesky for a while and then try to get back to my deeply uncomfortable lab bed this one was for all you wild bug-eyed birds out here in the republic sitting on the mast of the 'night sea crossing ship' and hoping for dreamless sleep sleep sleep **later:** thank goodness for doctors who call back allow you back on stronger pain medication and send the prescription direct to the pharmacy upon which is ready to hand it over to you when you arrive before walking back home in a daze bone tired but happy for a chance at a decent night's sleep last night's intense dreamscape: was all about punks - being a punk hanging out with punks (actually post punks) - even travelling with a gang of them to what looked like an indie music publication event / scene where indie punk titles (the kind hank rollins publishes) are on display after a short while though the whole exhibition space somehow turned out to be my own vast expansive postmodern dead-tech home - but complete with a whole host of unfinished andor problematic wiring and plumbing issues eventually i found myself getting up close and personal finger wise on the bus back with a gorgeous short haired punk woman from the sticks wearing heavy black eye liner and a permanent disbelieving scowl as befitting ir while lower middle class suburban nowhere sprawl heritage the whole dreamscame was seriously tweaked i tell you - more likely than not directly informed by 2.5 days on distinctly sketchy sleep let me tell you dear fellow traveller / big scientist - almost as if you didn't already know - if you don't have your health you don't have nothing - so screw all forms of work to which i'd only add that if you don't have truth however than you have even less than that // republic of bob