Who needs sleep? “Certainly not me” says my brain, though my body disagrees. No worries. This only lasts for a couple of days, then I can sleep again for a night or two. Can you sense the sarcasm nestled underneath? I don’t understand how I can lay in bed all night long and manage to catch nary a wink of sweet sleep, but at least I have to work tonight. I apologize. I don’t mean to complain, but at this moment in time, I need to. It’s either that or banging my head against the corner of my nightstand.