I have insomnia. I need to stop lying to myself that if I lay in bed long enough I’ll fall back to sleep and get out there and take a grave yard shift making minimum wage somewhere. As soon as the sun comes out - I’m ready for bed. I think bodies just like to fuck with us. If you don’t have a weight problem, a smoker’s cough, diabetes, hangovers, thinning hair or some other gastly condition it will still figure out a way to get you. “I’m in charge - not you ” my body asserts “Look at this. You can’t sleep. Who’s the boss now - huh? Now run out and get me some doughnuts and a beer!”