Fuck, nightmares are back! It's all about travelling, woke up in the middle of the night, was in Paris & then suddenly in Greece, something scared me as hell, & then slept again, another dream, was going to Australia, something about the airport and all alone, nothing seemed to work. Morning in the fuckin' batcave, instant coffee that taste like shit; anyway better than no coffee at all. No money for days, hope I will get some next week, still got some cigarettes. Been back for about a week now, depression is back, not so strange during these circumstances, no money & nowhere to live, nothing to do, no inspiration to do anything, can't see any future in this shit. Anyway, thanx to Cici Olsson, René Sepul, Martha Colburn, Catherine Giacomini & Johan Dahlström for letting me crash at their places/homes/studios; & thanx to Jerzy & Bengtsson for helping me with money. Now another fuckin' day with nothing to do, can't phone, no toothpaste, no food, no wine, no sex, no plans, no brain. Don't know what to do today, s'pose I'll walk around, looking for someone, anyone, bidin' my time (reminds me of Hermans Hermits), survive for another day. Fuckin' situation...