Lying down in bed to go to sleep is my brain's cue to wake up. I don't know why; I don't really care. I. Just. Want. To. Go. To. Sleep. Last night it was up for a good 45 min yammering about nothing. Which, was an improvement over the night before when it kept me up for hours with Thoughts. Gah. Thoughts, with a capital, at 2:00 in the morning? That was the night I got desperate and decided I was going to try counting sheep. I organized a nice little line of fluffy, white sheep with cute little black noses. They jumped over the fence, one-by-one, landing on the other side with and adorable little bleat. One, two three. . .very relaxing. Until the tenth sheep. Sheep number 10 walked up to the fence, put his two front feet at the top, looked over -- and decided there was no way in heck he was jumping over that fence. He trotted back into the pasture, plopped down on the ground, and promptly began chewing on some grass. A few of the other sheep came over to see if he was alright, but he wouldn't move. That was the point I gave up on counting sheep.