When You Can't Sleep

It comes to my attention that I find myself unable to sleep for a few hours now. It comes to my attention, undoubtedly because this is a point of great annoyance. I ask a rhetorical question. Why is it that you sometimes just find it impossible to lay your mind down in the soothing, shady realm of traquility that is sleep? Did you notice the alliteration? That last one wasn't the question, the one before it was. Everybody clear? Okay. Moving on. Actually, moving back. Ya, back to the sleep thing when I was doing so well at being all poetic and stuff. Right, so why is it that sometimes you just can't sleep? Is your mind trying to tell you something? Is it that there is just something not quite right with the world and you feel you need to make it right before you indulge in the joy of rest? Or is it that you've just been on a really long, boring trip with everything going wrong and every airline in the world seems to enjoy making you the Murphey's Law lightning rod? Ya, that's probably it.

*Note from three-plus years later* It was right after this that myself and my now wife decided to stop fighting things and start 'going steady'. Never got that term. I had just returned from Ethiopia, hoping that things had been snuffed out in my absence. Yes, I did like her, but it was complicated. Anyway, it was a quite agonizing few days, so I'm thinking that's why I couldn't sleep. Wow, it's interesting to think about all that's happened in the past three years...well, now I feel old. I'm done.