My turn to step up ....
I'd write something clever and engaging like my colleagues, I swear, but I've been recent host to my old nemesis, insomnia, for more than a week. It's the guest from hell that visits periodically every few years for no known reason and that I've wrestled with off and on my whole life.
The weird thing is, it often arrives uninvited, at the most unexpected times—when I'm under the least stress, when things are going well, when I have fewer complications in my life. I've probably spent half a year of my life reading up on sleep hygiene and trying all the tricks known to humankind to kick the malady out, once and for all. Regular routines, bed only for sleep, every tea ever suggested, perfect room temperature, etc. For a year or two, I might be free ... then ... it's back ....
And because it's not related to any quandary in my life, or any horrible situation, it's flat-out boring and frustrating on top of being draining. At least if it were related to work problems or financial worries or health concerns, I'd have something real to try to wrestle with and solve. But no, I lay awake thinking boring stupid stuff for hours on end then get up to face the day. Irritable. Exhausted. And bored. (I'd rather be almost anything than bored, trust me.)
So with my whine out of the way, feel free to ask me anything. Knowing I'm not in my right mind when I answer, of course ....