Insomnia

I can't sleep. That's why I'm sitting in front of the computer at nearly 1 am on a Saturday night. I've done every sleep inducing task I can think of (short of drinking warm milk because I simply find that foul): I read my book for nearly an hour, I put on some soft lulling music, I closed my eyes and tried to will myself to sleep.....alas, no. Here I sit.

I wish I had something terribly insightful to say. Some terrifically funny or ironic story of the past week to share with you, my 1-3 readers. But I don't. It's been a normal week. I've gone to work during the day, I've come back to the apartment for dinner, I've done some more work at night. I've spent quality time pondering my future, my lot in life, and why there have been no good sitcoms on the air since Friends ended. I've done my laundry, gone to the gym, and made both healthy and non-healthy meals. It's just been another week that I've crossed off the calendar. It makes me kind of sad to have had another 7 days go by and feel like I have nothing tangible to show for it.