Sleep is for the wicked... or something like that.

So here I am. Sitting on my computer at 4:30 AM. Looking around at the websites I check on a relatively regular basis. You know, the basic school spirited college student website rounds - webmail, facebook, gatorzone, scout.com, a few blogs, etc. I try to sleep, but I can't ease my mind enough to do so. It's not even that something is on my mind that I just can't seem to shake away.

Perhaps it's the lack of a retainer because it's been agitating me lately, or maybe I've consumed entirely too much caffeine over the past few days (yeah, I've been a bad boy, I need to drink more water darn it.) To be honest, I really don't know why the heck I can't sleep, but I can't. I wish my mind had a power switch that I could easily flip on and off as I pleased, but to my knowledge, it doesn't exist.

I should take this time to consider the past few days. I'm pretty happy that Brian came up for the weekend. I really do enjoy having guests come to stay, it's a good change of pace and I can play entertainer, even though I'm absolutely not essential for the entertainment. Spending time with friends is never a bad thing.

Anypoo, I suppose I should resume my overwhelmingly difficult pursuit of this profoundly evasive state of sleep that I so greatly desire to attain at this point in time. Wow, read that sentence and tell me I don't need to get my ass to sleep.