Insomnia Attack

It's been awhile since I've had one of these, but tonight I am undoubtedly in the throes of a really bad insomnia attack. Nearly 2:22 am and I can't sleep at all.

Tried reading some Borges, but that didn't help, mostly because I found the ideas in his stories too interesting.

I think part of the problem is I'm cold. Even though I'm bundled up in sweats, and have flannel sheets on the bed, and cranked up my standing heater to just about as high as it will go, I am still freezing.

I wonder if counting sheep would actually work? Speaking of which, why did that ever become a method for drifting off to sleep? Who was it who first thought, "I'm having trouble catching my zzz's, so I'll just start counting an imaginary herd of sheep"? Why not count something else? Like octopi?

Eeew. Never mind. I just suddenly had a vision of who knows how many writhing tentacles... there is definitely a reason we don't try to count octopi before falling asleep.

It's 2:27 am now. I am still awake. Dang.

Maybe writing limmericks would help:

There once was a girl named grackyfrogg
Who wanted to sleep like a log
But try as she might
She stayed awake the whole night
Because she couldn't think of another rhyme for "ogg"

Oh, that was terrible.

OK, so forget the limmericks. Maybe if I drank some warm milk. Ah, but that would entail leaving my (relatively) warm bed, walking downstairs, getting a mug out of the cupboard, getting the milk out of the (cold!) fridge, pouring the milk into the mug, putting the mug into the microwave, heating the milk... no thanks.

It's 2:34 am now. I'm hungry.

This is going to be a long, long night. Sigh...