I have severe insomnia, but not at home. With my wife, I sleep like a baby. Away from her, I'm routinely up past 2, 3, 4 AM... staring at the ceiling... trying to sleep. Sometimes I simply skip sleeping. The first time I remember this being a problem was back in the Marines, when I was flying. I would lace up some running shoes and go pound out five or ten miles of ground, or I'd swim a mile or 2K--counting strokes.
This week, I'm in Houston. These days, I'm much less motivated. And I'm still awake. Watching horrible infomercials.
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