Insomnia

It's 1:30 a.m., and I can't sleep. Mr. Sandman hasn't come to shake his bag of golden sleeping dust over my head yet. Actually, numerous racing thoughts that I can't seem to turn off are the culprit tonight, so hello adrenaline, good-bye sleep! I was lying up in bed for awhile in the dark, debating what to do. Should I stay in bed and wait for sleep to come? But I didn't feel the least bit tired, and I've read so many times that if you can't get to sleep after 20 minutes, get up and do something quiet, or read something boring. So I came downstairs and here I am on my blog (it's quiet, and yeah, maybe it's a little boring sometimes, like now). I'm drinking a glass of milk, which tends to have serious sedative effects on me, so hopefully it will kick in soon. And I'm worrying that tomorrow I'm going to look and feel like crap on so little sleep when John and I go to Peter's work for lunch and to meet his co-workers. If I can't get rid of the bags under my eyes and make myself look good, they'll probably think "Dang, his wife ain't so pretty." I'm going to go get some more milk!