I cannot sleep.
I often cannot sleep.
Tonight, rather than staring aimlessly at the darkened ceiling of my bedroom, I am playing with photographs and listening to music on my MP3 player.
There is a dreamy quality to Emmylou Harris' voice as she sings Going Back to Harlan but it does not make me any sleepier than the warm milk I drank earlier in the evening.
Thank goodness it is a weekend and I can sleep in tomorrow morning with no consequences.
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