Counting sheep does not help one sleep. No matter if their black, white, gray, brown, blue, green, hot-pick, or neon-green.  What?! You never saw hot-pick sheep?  Well, you need to stay up a little later and drink some more tea.

Yesterday when I got to work the first thing my co-workers said was, "Are you ok? You look like you haven't slept in a week!"  It was at that point I realized that I looked like *&#$@*!.  (and I took a shower that morning!!!)

Lately my night have all be the same – go to bed at 10 pm; stay awake until 12…sleep like a baby (ie. tossing, turning, and screaming all night) until the clock goes beep.  
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Last night, while I was up until 11 pm, I did sleep pretty good – in fact, last nights sleep was the best in the last week. The difference: chamomile tea.

Speaking of last night, I had a strange dream – made stranger by the fact that I still remember it. =/

I was in a class of some sort, lying on the floor face down on top of a while three-ring notebook. The teachers voice was telling us to breath in deeply while bring our hands up past our face and stretching our arms out in front of us. Then we were to let out the breath while bring our arms down (still outstretched) over the white notebook back to our sides.  Over and over again.

Then I woke up.