Off to the studio. I stop at home to see if there is any electricity left, as I am poor. I bump into my ex-neighbour Claudia Ramos, who is back in Cape Town to pack up her stuff. She is moving home to Swaziland and has a job with the museum there. Although resources are fairly limited, she seems determined to push the Swazi scene and establish a sustainable conversation with the art folk round these parts. Doing a project in Swaziland seems like a very nice idea.

I invite Jake Aikman over but he does not want to talk to me. I go home, sleep and dream about developing some crazy virus that infiltrates all art organisations and individual databases. It tracks fraudulent behaviour within art sales and slices all misplaced funds into my offshore account. I possess money in fuck you quantities and am finally happy. I wake. But when I slip back into the dream I am buying property with thespian Myer Taub. We are a couple and we are in the market. We are in bed together when I wake in a cold sweat. I spend remainder of the night shaking.