So my dad's advice actually worked...go figure. While I was trying to go back to sleep I began to plan my trip around the world...I started in Ireland and Wales, went to Paris and southern France, and got as far as Italy. I fell asleep within a half hour. Not bad!
Thankfully the next night I actually slept through the night....I have to admit I was a little disappointed not to have the chance to blog at an odd hour of the night, but not that disappointed. SLEEP has begun to have new meaning for me. How sweet it is!