What I can only describe as aggressive insomnia last night/this morning. I was so far from sleep that I nearly had to remind myself that I was indeed lying in bed and not running around the block with my clothes on fire. There was a small window of opportunity, about 20 minutes in, I was nearly there, and then my mind receded from that happy drowsy place as if in horror, like it was a black bubbling pit of mystery stumbled upon during a peaceful nature walk. I could feel myself backtracking, away from the edge of consciousness. I always ruin it, I get so close to sleep and then I think, "Oh great, here comes six to eight hours of nothing. Boring!" I hate sleeping, and clearly sleeping hates me so we're even.