Early morning. Way too early.

The soundtrack to "Latter Days" is in my head for no good reason except that the main song is about being unable to sleep, among other things.

I have sold my condo. My body can't, despite a Tylenol #3, coffee, and crackers with chevre, assimilate this and I am unable to sleep.

Reading helps, but I get to that sleepy place where the book is falling to the bed and I've read the same paragraph several times. Just as I decide to put the book down and turn out the light, my brain starts going. Wow, that was exciting. What can you do with the money? You can pay for school. Or, you can go to Norway next summer, like you've wanted to do forever. Wait, you have to look for apartments, you have to pay off your credit card, you have to celebrate, you have to tell the first offer that they were outbid, you have to disappoint someone, you have to...

Stop.

Apparently the only thing I have to do is lie on my couch watching Office Space for the gazillionth time, hoping sleep will hit me with its subtle little 2-by-4.