Insomnia, anyone?

I am so over this insomnia. Now I wish I could convince my body of that.

I ran my butt off at the gym today so that I could sleep like a rock tonight, and here it is, almost 3 am (4 am if you note the fact that we just "fell back" three hours ago), and I can't sleep. Frickin' workout. It should have made me sleepy; now I'm just really sore. And wide awake.

I used part of the time to read a novel for young adult literature, but that only ate up two hours (big print, wide margins). I'm going to go read for my other class. I really should jump ahead, since I have two midterms this week. But I'm at that awful point where studying goes in my eyes and out the back of my brain.

The thing is, I really am tired. But when I lie down to sleep, my brain decides it's going to triple its activity level and it feels like a freight train is running though the middle of my head as I lie there. I guess there's a lot on my mind, and I also guess (all right, I don't guess. I know.) that I don't have much of an outlet for it. So here I'm am, just stewing about it all.

St. John Vianney said once that God commands us to pray, but forbids us to worry. In a sense, I'm not really worried. Just pensive. So much so that it keeps me up at night.