Insomnia rules my life. She is a cruel mistress, and our relationship, while never good, has soured increasingly over the last few months. Every night I lay on my bed, tossing and turning, waiting for sleep to take over. I have built up quite an arsenal of tricks over the years in my attempts to escape her attentions. Nothing is working. I am to the point where my jaw hurts, TMJ is threatening to take his turn with me, my eyes are aching, and I mysteriously itch all over. Why can’t I sleep? I’ll think about it for hours before I ever lay down, yearn for it, daydream of it, and when I finally lay my head on the pillow and turn out the light, its like the sandman just wants to stay up and TALK about our relationship all night. I want to sleep well. I didn’t go out last weekend because I wanted to sleep well, and I want to be productive in the mornings. Plus, I’ve not had a good night’s sleep in recent memory. THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING!!! Gah. I have sleeping pills, but I hate the way they make me feel days afterwards, so I will continue to refuse to take them. Queen Mab, please take pity on your poor suffering servant. I long for the land of dreams.