I think it’s been about six days of pretty hard core insomnia. While I do appreciate being able to catch up on reading, catching up on past work, editing my memoirs and watching House, MD (after three seasons in about a month, the show is divided up in thirds: one-third with the patient almost dying, the other third with House misdiagnosing his patient and nearly killing him, and the last third consists of everything wrapping together nicely in which Cameron becomes more useless, House doesn’t learn anything at all, and Foreman becomes more like House except not nearly as funny, witty, or smart)...
seriously, this isn’t funny anymore. I’d like to spend one night in which I can sleep from 11pm to 6am.