Insomnia

Don't you hate it when you're so tired that you fall asleep halfway to the pillow...but you can't fall asleep because you're wide awake, staring at the ceiling, listening to your dog chew on his marrow bone and envying his simple life because you're ruminating on Life, The Universe, and Everything (with apologies to Douglas Adams)?

And then you realize that you don't WANT to go to sleep until you answer that One Last Question for yourself, and the next thing you know, you wake up in a pool of your own spit over a dog-eared copy of your latest thought-provoking book (in my case, "Rescuing the Bible from Fundamentalism: A Bishop Rethinks Scripture" by John Shelby Spong -- I said I was a lapsed and cynical Catholic, I didn't say their beliefs had no validity -- ALL beliefs have some element of validity -- it's just that MY belief system ISN'T the one I was raised with), which only means you KNOW you're going to stay up even LONGER than before, and no about of chamomile tea or cascara sagrada or counting sheep is going to put you to sleep?

Not that you want to, of course...or so you think...

You hate that?

Yeah, me too...