Helpless...

Insomnia is a mother fucker when you have to work the next day. I go to bed at 1430 or so everyday so I can be up in time to go to the gym before work. The last couple days I can’t sleep though; so I scratch the gym and set my alarm for later.
I still need my sleep right?
Well someone out there disagrees because it is now 1800 and I am still awake. So I decide I will read myself to sleep. Why waste this time lying in bed?
Ninety pages of my latest Alex Cross novel later, I am still wide awake.
Argh.
What the fuck?
This is the second night in a row that has gone down like this. I lie in bed watching my clock move closer to wake up time. My sleep time is decreasing. This is time I will never get back. It is such a helpless feeling. I can’t call in sick. I can’t just be late. I have to be on time and just drag ass all day.
I hate this.
I hate wathing the time go by and being helpless to stop it.
I try to sleep again.
I just lay there again.
Why does my body reject this sleeping schedule? It has been almost a month. Hell, I am on a sleeping schedule closer to what it was in California. It should be remembering. This should be easier for me, not harder.
I pull out my computer and surf the net. I decide that nothing could put me to sleep faster than the Sacramento Bee and LA Times.
Wrong again Chuck. Not that they were especially exciting. I just can’t freaking fall asleep.
This sucks.
The last time I look at my clock it is after 2100. I have to be up at 0015 in order to be able to take a shower and get to work on time.
Three hours of sleep a night is not good. It is especially not good when your next twelve hours will be spent sitting down in front of a computer.
Like I said, insomnia is a mother fucker when you have to work the next day.