I went to bed at a decent hour (for me, anyway) last night around 11. I read for about 15 minutes until I could feel myself drifting off to sleep. I carefully tucked away the New Yorker, flipped the bedside lamp off, and proceeded to jerk in and out of a completely unrestful and highly restless sleep.
I swear I woke up more exhausted than when my bedtime odyssey began. Any bedtime tips for someone so-exhausted-she-might-be-starting-to-hallucinate? No, seriously.