We pull up to Chicken's place in San Francisco (a combination warehouse studio and used car repair/sales shop) and we are/were now/then at the stage of sleeplessness that presages true Antisleep andsometimes even Time Control, but is FUCKING MISERABLE in the meantime, where everything looks harshly overexposed, your head hurts, your teeth all ache, your back, butt and leg muscles are all kinked up, your guts are in turmoil, you're hungry, coffee has no effect, and worst of all your SHORT TERM MEMORY is COMPLETELY SHOT. I have had so much experience with this state that I developed a habit of keeping written cheat-sheets with me to remind me what I set out to do FIVE MINUTES EARLIER, to keep me on track and prevent tragic losses of gear. It does not prevent, however, tragic losses of "tense".) Hal and I got to lay down for about 2 hours before Chicken forcibly took us, and Puzzling Evidence, to the NEXT SHOW!!