I've been having the worst insomnia this week. I drop off to sleep fairly quickly (for me) and yet I am inexplicably awake again a few hours later, and no amount of willing myself back to slumberland will work.

This morning, at 3am, I flopped around, sticking one leg out of the comforter at a time, seeking the cool temperatures of the outside room. I listened to my husband breathing, and though about taking my now frozen leg and giving him a friendly snuggle with it, and chuckled evilly for a minute.

Instead I grabbed the iPad for some wee-hours reading. I plowed through some brainless reading without retaining a word. And now, with the sun shining and the birds singing, I'm exhausted.

This insomnia seems to be a direct result of me attempting to stop biting my nails. Again. I think nail biting is completely disgusting, and I do it so unconsciously that it is creepy. It must serve some purpose, as it springs up in times of stress. So, without that habit, my body apparently decides that sleep is for suckers.

I really need to do some yoga, or something that will help disperse my internal drama. Instead, I'm eating an avocado and drinking tea and thinking that a nap is in my future today. A power nap.