Good Morning.

I wish this keyboard were a million times quieter so I could hammer words across it like they’re going out of fashion. It’s 3.35am and I have not been able to sleep a single, solitary wink. My throat is feeling better, but I have just taken three mouthfuls of Benylin and gargled salt water, so it could be a deception and I might just have a lung inside my chest that is slowly decaying along with my windpipe. Sexy, I know.