Oh, Manchester, So Much To Answer For

Humid, damp, tossin'-an'-turnin' sleep, fever(ish) dreams, Louis Jordan's "Ain't Nobody Here But Us Chickens" playing over and over both in dreams and when I woke up and then forced myself back to more tortured sleep and then woke up 45 minutes later with a bloody nose, kleenexed it up, fell back into a half-dreamstate... was in bed for about 11 hours, probably actually slept 6 of those, maybe 7.