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it's fast approaching midnight and sleep hasn't even begun whispering its sleepy hints to me, a side-effect of the fact that I no longer slumber through the night but like an infant wake up wailing through the walls.

well, okay, not wailing, but coughing in fits. it's a side effect of last month's infection, I think, that gathered itself into my chest. what this means is I've hardly slept through the night in weeks, so I find myself sleeping days, which makes me in turn unable to fall asleep, and then finally falling asleep, unable to stay there.

I dislike it.