Friday February 1st

I'm a walking zombie. No rest for the weary and no sleep for Chip Knight. At noon I put my suit on and head to the club. When I exit the apartment building I feel brutalized by the sun. It slaps me across the face, first one side, then the other. I got to buy a hat. I'm being beaten by the sunlight. Onward hoe.

I get poolside and suit up, goggles and ear plugs. I plunge into the crisp clear water. I swim five laps then succumb to exhaustion and exit the pool.

Sauna. Shave. Shower. Dress. I leave the club at 3pm. When I get home I collapse into my bed and fall asleep for a couple of hours. Two beautiful hours of sleep. It feels like the first two hours of actuall sleep since the last night I took pills. It's bliss but I'm awake again.

At 6:30pm I head over to the Friday night salad bar for 170 baht. They lose money on my fat ass. I chow down. After dinner I go home.

"Please let me sleep" it's a prayer of desperation.

No dice. Same shit, different night. Up and down, tossing and turning. here and there. too and fro. all fucking night. I lose the ability to think straight. My last pain pill was Tuesday night at midnight.