So I sit and wait. I wait for sleep to take hold.

I know I need it. I know I want it.

And yet, for the third hour in a row, I can't seem to attain it.

Sleep for me is like hunting. I stalk my prey for hours on end, usually very quietly, and generally stalking under cover. In this case literally, under covers!

Now, generally speaking, I don't require more than a few hours of sleep a night. 3-4 usually will suffice. But I'm really drained right now. In the last few days I've driven to San Francisco and back, Fallbrook twice, Irvine and back once and tomorrow I'm driving to Glendora and back. I'm pooped!

I really need to sleep!

But alas, no sleep comes. I am left here, exhausted and my dreams of rest are just that, dreams.