...What time is it.

It's somewhere between consistent coughing, fever dreams, and general insomnia that I awake - again - and glance blearly at my faithfully ticking computer clock - again - and have my own little melange of bitterness, disappointment, exhaustion, and mild amusement at the fact that it is indeed just as 4AM as I thought it was and I am getting absolutely no sleep this night. To whatever powers that be that insist on keeping me sick for nearly my entire duration at Yamasa, I hope you choke on the multi-techni-coloured variety of pills and iodine gargle that the doctor I saw at the hospital today prescribed to me. An aside note: My penchant for dramatics and purple prose suffers the least of all my features during times of sleep deprivation. Good night - again.