blech

I am starting to have insomnia for realz, and it feels like what I imagine the Incredibles felt like when they weren't able to use their super powers. I have always been a fantastic sleeper - any time, anywhere, with anyone... ok, maybe not that - but here I am at 5 am, on my second cup of tea, my third episode of The Office, and my fifty zillionth unhelpful mental repetition of the thought hamster wheel. I am trying to break it with music -specifically by humming a Mozart sonata whenever the unhelpful thoughts start up - but I fear that all I am doing is driving myself crazy and ruining Mozart in the process.