So last night I had one of my worst attacks of insomnia of all time. I don't think I slept more than 2-3 hours. For the first time ever, I decided to roll with it. It was pretty clear that sleep wasn't coming, so I started thinking about all previous struggles. Fighting it didn't seem to make much of a difference. In the end, the next day drags, but life on the whole goes on, almost totally unaffected by one sleepless night. It's just not a big deal.
I spent some time last night watching my Best of Ernie Kovacs videos. Here's a little bit now.