4:22
It's 4:22 in the bloody morning and I can't sleep. This is what it must feel like to be an insomniac. I've even resorted to listening to lethargic trance music in a vain attempt to catch a little shut-eye. No luck so far.
My bed is so comfortable... must succumb to its siren wail... please, oh please...
My bed is so comfortable... must succumb to its siren wail... please, oh please...

