At some time around two I was awoken by the call of a killer combo. A reservoir flowed through my nose. A bradawl bored a hole through my upper incisor. I tried keeping my eyes sealed. Pretended that whatever was happening wasn't happening. Tried to continue with the serious business of catching up with my beauty sleep – a race, so the morning's mirror keeps showing me, I've been losing for years.
But it was of no use. Something drastic would have to be done.