I think at about 5 am, I actually heard the electricity in the walls hum

"The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald

No shit, F.

Wow, did I have insomnia last night. If you've ever had it, you know it is just horrible. If you've never had it, consider yourself lucky.

You lie there, and you toss and you turn and you think the most random thoughts, and then, the worst thing, you start looking at the clock periodically, just to torture yourself. Oh, now it's 2:30 am. Oh, now it's 3:10. Oh, now it's 4:49. Jesus H. Christ on a popsicle stick.

I have no clue what caused it. I only had one cup of coffee yesterday, well before noon, so I wasn't overly caffinated. I had a couple of glasses of wine at dinner (maybe I should have had more!) But whatever it was, it was a doozy.

And of course, being a disgusting male, I considered, er, how do I say this, relieving some tension at about 4 am, if you know what I mean. But I didn't even have the energy for that. So you know I was tired.

The good news, I wasn't horrendously late this morning as I usually am. The bad news, I will probaby fall asleep at the desk in about an hour.

Anyway, now I'm on my 4th cup of coffee just to try to wake up and get some energy going. Which, of course, means tonight I will be unable to sleep again. I'm fucked.