Insomnia, yet again

I couldn’t sleep last night. This is an ongoing thing, it seems, since each evening this weekend consisted of my tossing and turning atop a squeaky bed. That’s a shame, sleep is one of my better skills; when I sleep, I’m so good I don’t even know I’m doing it until I’m all done. Yeah - that good.

There’s a million things I’d love to know about why I can’t sleep. Not the least of which being how can I make it go away. I mean, seriously body - you know you’re crazy busy this week (what? I don’t have a single evening free until SATURDAY? Jeez Leo, way to overbook). The worst thing about insomnia is you lie in bed, trying to think of ways to go to sleep. I’ve tried a couple things I learned in 6th grade - with a hypnosis technique being the least… messy (and least redeeming), but no dice. I tried jump starting a dream by letting my thoughts shift to randomness hoping REM would start. While futile, I did envision a world where Jean Claude Van Damme hosted a cooking show on UPN. I’m hoping to get a spec script drafted soon. I’m considering smothering myself, face down in a pillow next. I’ve heard that you’re unable to kill yourself that way, because as soon as you pass out you’ll turn your head and start breathing again. Granted, it’s not the most “keep as many brain cells intact” way, but it’s a means to an end, no?

I briefly considered making myself a drink at 12:45AM, to see if a little vodka and soda would help sooth the demons of racing thoughts, but let’s be honest; I’d rather be dealing with the demons of a sleepless night than the demons of walking around in boxers screaming obscenities through my window at randompassers by, and telling anyone who’ll listen about how the man is out to get me - which, quite obviously, is the path I’d be headed down with I drink at 1AM on a Sunday night. More importantly, we had no limes.

Suffice to say, I’m exhausted. Nothing makes an exhausted day fly right by like sitting semi-motionless in front of a computer for 8 hours. Oh, good times.