I've counted sheep with no sucess, Tossed and turned, but had no rest. Fling side to side, front to back, The dance of the INSOMNIAC. Sleeping pills make me feel lousy, and warm milk doesn't make me drowsy. Late night strolls just aren't for me, and nothing good is in T.V. So I'll concede the useless fight, and once again stay up all night. My plight though, won't drive me berserk, tomorrow, I'll just sleep at work.