old habits die hard.

Insomnia! I've been plagued with insomnia. My mind is like a battlefield of ideas as I attempt to sleep... every night the same thing. There is no worse feeling than lying in bed and waiting for sleep to come when you know very well it won't for the next few hours. I've always been mentally most active in the late hours... after all, I was, in my heyday, a nocturnal academic (self-proclaimed of course). Torturous nights! My eyes want to close so bad but my mind refuses and is having none of it. Why can't my own body be in consort with itself? How's that for Cartesian dualism? But I guess that's every insomniac's problem.