Insomnia: I haz it. It's not that I don't adore watching late night Slap-Chop infomercials or aren't endlessly entertained by the roommates' shenanigans on reruns of Three's Company (in 30+ years, Mr. Furley's fashion sense hasn't improved ...in case you were wondering), I just know that around 3:00 this afternoon, I'll hit a wall. And that wall will look nothing like my cozy bed.
Do you know who never has trouble with insomnia? My cats. Do you think they are up with me at 2:30 am, offering any sympathy or snuggles? Nope.