Is there anything worse than not being able to get to sleep? Last night I just could not sleep. Not at all. I wasn’t anxious, I just couldn’t sleep. I should have gotten up and done something productive. But no, I just lay there thinking about how nice it would be to be sleeping.
Sometimes I count backwards from a thousand, sometimes I envision butterflies and try to count them, and sometimes I just lie there being miserable (which is what I did last night).
Here’s to a good night’s sleep to the whole world.
p.s. I’m really glad Obama won the primary!