Insomnia has held a vice like grip on me since time immemorial. All that pawsh talk about being a night owl and all, is bull crap. It’s like a dead weight pressing down on my day today waking consciousness. And all this sleep deprivation doesn’t show up at work courtesy 10 cups of coffee or green tea. I am hitting Travis Bickle like stage now, where the mind starts acting all crazy giving me ideas like roaming the streets alone at midnight seeking incomprehensible thrills and all. I am so angry at myself I could sleep myself to death, alas. Worse comes to worse I may have to get a prescription for sleeping pills or an unlimited supply of nyquil. The rest of the guys in my room are so lucky, the moment their heads hit the pillow they are off to slumber. sigh.