Sleep remains elusive.
 Shredding netside, writing pages and continuing my research may have
 proven to be too exciting. There was a short lull around 6AM, but I was 
 back on in 15 minutes. Less even. 
 I was restless. Or there may have been something waiting for me.

 Emailed pinboxx back with a thanks for the new information that he sent
 me. Introductions made to (bubbles) and a request for further info.
 More legwork. 
 I can only get so close to the desired objective.

      With the last of yesterday's juice I lay out the initial text for May
      week 3, a full week's worth of memories (now not so random)

 A few minutes before eight AM is all I can stand. I must get some sleep.

a(3)
 When did I wake? 
 Further along the lines, my body determines that I can no longer get by 
 on merely five hours of sleep. I'm barely functional on 6 or 7.
 What's happening?

              Online | refuge | routine | 

 Email back from (bubbles) aka Dantes M, 
 from Justyna - fresh back from camping in the wilds of the Southern Midlands
 from Plant Life - extolling the virtues of kazaa from any other service
              My wishlist's pretty much the same: broadband/+RAM/smart technology

 :: to live in the Future not yet realized
        but while we dream I add to the ship
        bit by bit - I worked on pages all day. ALL DAY.

 -
 Supper was rice with roasted mushrooms and broiled chicken. Good and simple.
      In the evening after repast
 (Sometimes it's a curse, yea verily, to not have the Sight to read the minds of others)

       For the umpteenth time I tune in to Braveheart
       and get Sel to tell me what's been bothering her since yesterday.
 I'm reminded by a New Order track. Oddly portent, since it's been in my head
 the last few days.
 A quiet roiling conniption takes place. I have a lesson for those who would listen.
 Emotions are the strangest things.

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 emailed my Ma. I miss my folks sometimes. But this was just to say hi.
 Called her after a few minutes of deliberation. Spoke to Chickki.
 Had some chocolate milk to help me relax. 
 -
    Back when I used to smoke I would light up right about this time
 and I would just "think out" the cigaret. Staring into space, letting
 my mind drift away, consider my best options and try to think of the 
 actual problem and the corresponding solution. 
      While the cigaret burned away to fine ash, unsmoked.
      All it did was measure the time. Take it away somewhere.

 I don't have any cigarets now. 
 Got back online. Stayed online. Said goodnight and closed the door.
 Wrote pages for 05/19 and 05/20. Had a hummus bagel around
 4AM. Watched Bogosian self-destruct on Talk Radio.
       If I've never said it before, I don't punish myself by not sleeping
       any earlier than four in the morning. 
       The net's a fine cure for insomniacs.
 
 

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            Kuei Glossary

 "We Do Not Die."

 Part of a long-forgotten coda, movie anecdote or c|punk byword -
 the origin of this quote is largely undetermined.
 I've used it to refer to the sureness that one feels about the way 
 things will be in the near Future, as illustrated in the writings of 
 William Gibson, Frank Miller, Chuck Palahniuk, and Rudy Rucker.

 Fiction finds its way from the mind's logic and rests warm deep 
 in the heart of the willing adept. Wishlists get shorter as time goes.
 Mostly.

 suggested reading: ARCOLOGY (fiction/non-fiction)

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