throe

No Sleep last night. None suprised; country in mourning at Throe's abortive attempts.
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Futile effort to sleep yeilded much tossing, turning. Par usual, the author was quite awake when his alarm clock went off at 6:00 AM. Begrudgingly, and not without much appalled shaking of his head, Throe got up. Eyes burned.
.............. "Christ......." he muttered.
........................................Sleep could not be reached for comment.