Can't sleep

It's now about 1:00 am, and though I have to get up in five hours, I just can't sleep. Could be the movie we saw ("Superbad," the latest Judd Apatow offering), or the food I ate (a rushed chicken dinner for me), or the cat sleeping in between my legs so I can't move, or the weekend-long celebration of Dara's new job, starting with meals out and culminating in a too-expensive shopping spree, but probably it was the Coke. In any case, here I sit in the livingroom trying to make myself sleepy, but the only person falling asleep is you, dear reader. Perhaps I'll go look at my latest story and see what a few days of sitting has done to you. Nothing will make me sleepier than editing. So that's that. Good night and good luck.