Oh the frustration.

It's just after six in the morning.
I can't sleep.  It's not that I've woken up early and can't get back over; I haven't slept at all.
I'm not sure why, but I'm guessing it's one of these things, or probably a combination of them all:

• I never left my room today; I had an assignment to completely re-write, so it's just been me and my laptop all day.
  
• I drank an abnormally large amount of coffee today (although the last mug was more than eight hours ago; how long does caffeine stay in your system?).
• My mind won't relax; I have a constant river of thoughts going on in there.
• I am too warm.
• I spent a couple of hours starting new research for a possible writing project, and can't get the ideas out of my head (just a few hours would be nice!).

After tossing and turning, I got fed up and took some herbal sleeping tablets, but guess who is still awake?
I wish I had something interesting to blog about, but I really don't.  Unless you want to hear the story about my dog bite?  It's been almost a week and no foam has appeared around my mouth (yet), so I think I'm in the clear.

I'm kind of waiting for something exciting to happen.