Baronhawk's Nest

Ah sleep, thy sweet respite. Thine company, I rarely keep. Tis' the season anew, for that most maligned chagrin. For it not to have occurred, I would surrender all assigns. Alas its too delicious a malady, to be cured completely. One hath but to endure the condition, until one secures its transition. Either way pain will ensue, but such is the human affliction. Fragile as we are, to this maladorous infection.