It's 1am, falling asleep, garren! (abbreviated form of guaranteed) Not even Homage to Catalonia can keep me awake.
The day before, it was around 3, general agitation over purpose of journalism mingled with much less profound introspection of previous life-decisions.
The day before that, if I can recall correctly, maybe 3, 4, or possibly in between. Real frustration with inability to sleep amongst some nice relaxing. Singing songs in my head.
Now, 22:42, less than average expectations of imminent sleep coupled with mild acceptance of the fact.