Well, I'm tired. I have good reason to be tired. I get up early to go to work, I work hard all day, I end up sore and exhausted after work, then I come home and keep working. My body is used to getting very little sleep, so its not really all that big of a deal. But then the problem comes when I have some extra time and I want to get a decent amount of sleep for once. I lie in my bed... and wait. Usually I get to sleep fairly quickly, but I also usually go to bed about 1 am or later. I tried to go to bed just after 10 this evening... finally I gave up. Sleep is something that I really don't understand. I do not enjoy it. I hate going to bed, and I hate waking up, and I hate sleeping in, and I hate sleeping in general. It probobly doesn't help that I am frequently awakened by intrusive nightmares. I ought to be used to them, I've been having them for as long as I can remember, but it doesn't stop them from being rather obnoxious. Actually I escaped the dreams for a little while, but they are back, and just as bad as they ever were. I enjoyed the break, I guess I should be grateful. This is a pretty pointless blog, I was just trying to pass the time until my body would allow me to get some of that sleep that I need and hate. The way I see it, sleep is like an addictive drug. I love it and hate it at the same time. I feel like I can't live without it, I sure wish I could, but am not willing to make an attempt.