We are diseased

I keep waking up horizontally across my super, kind sized bed. No blanket, shivering, muffled sniffles from my stupid, pointless cold. Feet stingy, blister ridden. Legs covered in bites, itchy as fuck. Just want to sleep some more, but don't know how. Back and neck sore from continuous cracking. And on top of all this, I can say I'm having an absolutely amazing time. I wish I could've seen a few bands that were playing at home while I'm over here, but I guess that's show business.