I can't sleep.

It's 3:39 AM at the moment. I want to sleep. I need to sleep. But I just cannot even get myself to the point where I can sleep.

I blame it on Senior Camp. I was up until 4 and 5 in the morning for 3 nights in a row. It's not like we were doing anything particularly hilarious or memorable. The guys weren't sneaking out and causing damage to the campgrounds (thank God). They weren't blowing air horns deep into the night in efforts to hack off the monitors (that story is legendary). They were just talking. I talked with them. In theory, it should've been mundane enough to doze off at about midnight...but that just wasn't the case.

So now, having been home for over three days, I'm still feeling the effects. Sure, I'm no longer suffering from the problems brought on by the mold in the boys' dorm. And my stomach problem seems to be doing better (not upset stomach; something weird). I just can't sleep.

So instead of sleeping, I read up on Thierry Henry's move away from Arsenal. I watched YouTube videos of babies laughing hysterically. I kept up with the latest Drudge Report headlines. I even did some studying up on my future fantasy football draft, which is 2 months away. And of course, I posted a blog.

I would have taken some Tylenol PM or Nyquil (spell check), but those things conk me out for 12 hours at a time. I can't do it.

So instead I'll sit here on the couch, waste time, read a bit, play DS a bit, and finally drift away into blissful rest.

At least that's the plan.