I tried lots of things: writhing around like a cranky newborn, sleeping on the floor in the living room, consuming safe-but-copious amounts of Advil, returning to bed after Nate left for work (at the ungodly hour of 6am) to sleep smack in the middle of it.
Alas, I'm still awake, sitting in the dark cave of his underground bedroom, doing lots of very important too-early-to-be-alive things, including: watching the latest episode of "America's Next Top Model" and "Grey's Anatomy," catching up on blogs, & laughing alone at this bizarre & somewhat unsettling YouTube monologue:
Haven't you heard? Smart people sleep late. On any other day, this would mean that I'm a genius.