Between only receiving 4 hours off non restful sleep, and this chest cold is really becoming an "ugly" thing. Lying awake, trying to force yourself to drift off, is like having lit firecrackers draped from your ears. Then... with any and every fucking thought merrily popping out and around your mind....  Kaboom! Will it ever end? This is kind of weird but... I believe what also pains me, is the fact that my beloved world of ancient history/books/movies has been  neglected.  So much so... that I feel ashamed/angry and some-what despondent about this truth. Once again, will this ever end?