1AM

It's nearly 1:00am and I can't sleep for anything. 1:00am isn't so late, but given that I didn't sleep at all last night either I'm starting to wonder how/if I'm going to function tomorrow. I've got all these ideas shooting through my head, and evolving, and spinning around wildly. It's such a passionate stream of consciousness that there's no logical endpoint, and the endorphins--that are triggering as a result of my mind's own self-congratulatory excitement--are preventing me from even trying to find a place to leave my manic monologue for the night. It's like my brain has restless leg syndrome.

I've got to get some sleep, this is insane. The worst part is that when I got home today I was exhausted. Last night I took a nap at 6:30pm, and woke up at 9:30pm. This kept me awake until 2:00am, and I kept waking up during the night. I didn't want to do that again, so I powered through 7:00, and 8:00, and 9:00... then I got my second wind. I started watching "The Millionaire Matchmaker" and finally went to bed at midnight. But it's 1:00am now. I've been tossing around for an hour and I don't see any end in sight. I'd take an Ambien, but I only have one left, and I feel like it would go to waste when I couldn't possibly get 8 hours of sleep tonight.

The Ambien are from my wrist surgery, which was months ago. I came to taking them when I moved to New York because I'm a light sleeper as it is, and that coupled with the over-stimulus and inherent stress that this city provides I needed something to knock me the F out.

I'm kind of hungry, maybe I'll eat something. I also kind of want to watch "Tron." But I probably won't do any of those things. I'll probably just go to bed, and hope that writing this will have filled the restless desire to do something productive while that's keeping me awake.

Oh, and for some reason this blog posts on west coast time, so even though the time stamp reads 10:00pm, it's really 1:00am.