So I say goodnight to the elf, and curl up to go to sleep. Fifteen minutes later I'm out of bed and walking in circles around the apartment. Then, at about 1am I decide to go down the road to the 7-11.

The 7-11 is closed. I didn't think that was supposed to happen, but there was nobody inside and the automatic doors were shut. Luckily there's another one about two minutes walk down the road. I got myself a sandwich and some coke. I then came home, watched some of the Today Show on TV (we get it piped in from the States in the middle of the night) and decided to try sleep again.

This is weird. There's no reason for me to not be able to sleep, but I'm still having problems. I think perhaps it's because recently I've been very active in the evenings. I usually plan to do stuff in the evening, and then end up sitting in front of the TV being a vegetable. Lately I've been actually doing the things - programming, or research, or other things that keep my brain ticking over. So when it gets to time to go to sleep, I have to grab my brain and tell it to just shut the fuck up so I can fall asleep.

Anyway, g'nite all.