Nighttime is for sleeping.
Daytime is not.
Got up bright and early today to go to the hospital and be tested for TB. It's not a fun process. The nurse left the needle in my arm for like twenty seconds and this huge chunk of flesh swelled up all around it...then she tried to draw a circle around the swollen part with a pen, and when the ink didn't stick, she used a magic marker. (Is that standard medical practice, Leo?) The swelling went away after a couple minutes but now I feel sick. >P
They also took a blood sample. The prickly needley part didn't bother me all that much, but it kind of creeped me out how the nurse applied a tourniquet to my right arm and then calmly scribbled stuff on a notepad for about five seconds as the blood drained away. I don't know, maybe I wasn't in any real danger, but I was kind of afraid she mixed me up with someone who had gangrene or something. Not worth losing an arm to get a syringeful of blood.
On a totally unrelated note, go listen to 3rd Strike. They're a little like what Linkin Park would sound like if Linkin Park had balls. And didn't suck. *dodges fish*