Check the time.
I've been up the past half-hour pacing the apartment, cursing the thick acrid smoke that woke me from precious sleep.
There's a huge fire going on somewhere and I've no idea how close, but it looks like morning fog outside - the kind where you can't see the other side of the street. I have to suck air in not to suffocate but oh, the stink is so, so bad.
I've lost count of the fire truck alarms wailing by.
I even went out to try and take photos despite Vegas' admonishments "It's 3am! It's full of drunks out there!" and yes, he was right but they're all teenagers spilling out from the night clubs - nothing dangerous.
Didn't find where the fire was, so will have to check the news tomorrow. The only pics I snapped were dark and blurry, I tried to capture the stench but didn't get lucky.
Trying to back to sleep again - I think I had managed a meager hour between two and one am, now that's all fucked. Sooooo tired. Gaaah!
This city blows.