I woke this morning after one hour of sleep. Didn't get to bed last night, one of those deals. I was just recently listening to the Grateful Dead ''Operator'', and on the same album they play ''Sugar Magnolia'', which features the lines ''didn't get to bed last night'', darn, diffuse head, can't think of the second line. I find sleeping slows me down, and whether or not I have delusions of grandeur, I can presume, but not assume. Huge difference, matter of fact opposites, one could say. As long as you do not stray from presume, to assume impossible is delusions of grandeur.

One might question my behavior, as erratic, and that would be completely lawful on both ends. I like to live on the edge, ''not live on the edge to live the edge'', but proceed a successful life that way. Or I hope so. Food slows me down, as well as sleep. Today I had two egg sandwiches because I do not like to eat fish, a nice gesture by the chef. I came back to my room, and right before that, was walking to my front door, and I said, quietly to myself ''that's the price'' aftter also talking to myself about little sleep. Well, it should astound nobody, that earlier today I was listening to the George Harrison song ''Got my mind set on you'', and the lyrics are tricky, and can be interpreted in two ways, and most people would say it is a happy song. The first happy chord hit me as sad, then I played the song three times total, and it put me a little bit in good mood. Point here, your faithful narrator, realizes already, it does, take money, to achieve, a certain dream. All this is playful, there is so many shades, and to wrap up the matter; the walk to the door, summarized, my price.

What's the prize? Who is the lucky guy? Who is the lucky gal? What the hell. These thoughts, and these expressions, have been thought, and said, before. Your narrator realizes it is an uphill struggle. Gone, long gone; many musicians have sung that and similar. Your narrator also likes real-live experiments. He puts on the aforementioned Grateful Dead album American Beauty. Ah yes, it was the Creedance Clearwater Revival song here today in Rävemåla, sun with rain, as the Grateful Dead pump out Box of Rain. I felt it after lunch, taking a cigarette, outside. This was a matter of thirty minutes ago, to put time-perspective, by your faithful narrator. Yeah, I got that from the movie ''A Clockwork Orange''. Modern world speed tells the story that people do not have time nor concentration, for long pieces of literature. I am fortunate today, because then I can wrap this up soon. So what is the prize, my prize? Any human being who has read me, would know, or, probably, guess right. The price, is then little sleep; though the negative is really counter to that. Sleep slows me down.

The rest of the day will be spent listening to music, putting up with Pascal's OCD slamming of the door. He says ''I am a little worried''. I said ''it's ok''. Writing. Hoping to write a, better, short story, and your faithful narrator also likes horse racing. Kio Josselyn didn't place about one hour ago in France, finished 9th. It was in second place, then lost powers, the jockey was really putting in an effort, and for a while I thought it was going to place. Turn your face look some other place I tell myself.