Insomnia

Don't know why I can't sleep...

It's not a new problem, I've been like this for a large part of my life. Something about the end of the day comes along and all I can see are the undone; the unachieved; the unfinished, and I find myself trying to squeeze out some sense of completion like wringing the last drop out of a damp rag. There's so much effort in the squeezing and so little result...

Maybe the solution is to put down the pen (or keyboard in this case), turn out the light and let tomorrow take care of it.