Insomnia: Santa's Worst Enemy

6.13- It's 12:15 AM. The three people currently residing in this household have something in common besides the same last name, marital status, and tendenancy to plan out conversations in their heads. It is the fact that they are all awake.

A wise man said "I eat... and breathe insomnia." Okay, he's not that wise. That was me. I don't get it- today I went through a vigorous excercise routine (even more draining than my typical button-clicking excercise), drank little caffiene, and have absolutely no desire to go to sleep. In fact, I'm more awake than when I woke up. Honestly, that's not very new.

The insomnia has driven us to desperate measures. We have rummaged through our storage closet, finding old costumes and old pictures. Then we went overboard. We started discussing internet forums. In detail. I don't know if there's anything more crazy. Right now, I'm trying to get to sleep. I don't think that will happen.

Wide Awake,
Mr. H