Sleep Shmleep

It’s one of those nights. I’m semi-sorta-kinda-not-really sleeping. Which means I’m “sleeping”. It’s taking six hours for two to pass. “Um, wait,” you’re saying. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but, well, isn’t that a good thing?”
Yeah, it’s a good thing. But it’s only a good thing if you’re actually, well, SLEEPING, not just sort of sleepwalking through your sleep. I think that that “REM sleep” thing isn’t going to be achieved, and I’m going to wake up having not really slept.
Damn it! I knew caffeine at 4:30 wasn’t a good idea. Plus, I’m sure that Starbucks itself (nefarious, insidious, hideous) is to blame. I can’t even characterize my sleep as “ZzzzzZzzzzzzzzZZZzz”. It’s more like “NnnnnNNnnnnnnNNnnn”.
All right … Back to the sleep. Back to the sheep. Fade to black.