Sunday, 17th, October, 2010. An epic dream forgotten in a blink of an eye and I was awake. It’s interesting how not enough sleep makes you feel like a wash load half done, too dirty and dark to make any sense of progress in the day but if you stay in bed too long you feel like a load utterly rinsed to the extreme, clean yes but missing some of your former colour and shape. A pale mass of stuff. Like a man who has eaten too much and now sits puffing on a seat unable to process the fuel he has unintelligently taken in. I drank more beer and read in the afternoon sun, fell asleep again, woke up in time to have a chat with my Pa on Skype and then back again to the bottle and then bed.