Still sick. Saw a doctor and got prescription cough suppressant, still could not lay down without coughing.
Trying to sleep from 10PM, I'm actually awake until after 1AM. Then at 4AM the feral cats in our neighborhood decided to have a fight, and it went on and on and on. I finally went out there just before 5AM, and a cat had cornered another in the garbage pen. The only reason the cat had gone in there is because the shit heads in the apartment have once again failed to wait until trash day to put it out. In fact, they've put a useless net over the pen which left the cats a way in and out, but it's narrow, which is why the cat was cornered.
Anyway, here I am exhausted but unable to sleep at 7AM on a Saturday, having organized my music for the last two hours. I'd like to claim that's me making the most of it, but the truth is I'm feeling murderous.