slipping into insomnia again.

I haven't slept easily in weeks. When I do sleep, it is well.
But I liked being the old lady friend of everyone who hit the hay by eleven.
Yet here I am at 2:19 in the a.m., looking longingly at my pillow, and brainstorming a better method to lull myself to sleep than counting sheep.
I would read, but that would certainly keep me up for the rest of the night...unlike alot of people I know, reading wakes me up.

Hm...