Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!

An old friend has turned on me. I've always known he was fickle, but this time it's ridiculous. Oh, friend Sleep...why hast thou forsaken me?!? So, Saturday, I had to wake up early (you know, because I have work), and I think that was the day I pissed Sleep off. I got home, and took a six hour nap. At the time I thought nothing of it, but now...I realize the diabolical nature of the plan. Saturday night...I couldn't sleep. Nothing. This is not a problem I've had in the recent past. Not getting sleep, yes. Not being ABLE to sleep...not so much. So, I finally achieve slumber nirvana around 7am. And, then, I awake at noon. NOON! ON A SUNDAY! The only day I haven't given away all of my time, and I can't sleep the day away. It was the saddest thing ever. So, I go through my Sunday slightly dazed; feeling a little hurt and betrayed. And, then tonight (Sunday evening/Monday morning), again with the not sleeping. I lie down, turn off the lights, and then begin to wonder whether my new myspace profile is good enough for the masses (until I remember that the people I know in real life won't care, and everyone else is still imaginary). So, I let it drop. Then, I start to think about my various homework assignments (which I completed in a timely fashion). So, I let that drop. Then I start to worry that if I don't go to sleep soon, I'll be really tired tomorrow. Oh, Sleep, THAT is the worst mindfuck of them all! A low blow, employing paradox for such a vulgar, vengeful task. If this game persists, I'll have to start getting cheap too. I'll buy a copy of The Thin Red Line. I have yet to watch it all the way through and not fall asleep. Or, I'll re-read Ethan Frome! ...wow, I can't believe how far I've gone. Nothing deserves Ethan Frome. Heck, I'm an adult, and Sleep is an eternal anthropomorphized force...I'm sure we can work out our differences. Truce! And...goodnight.