I should know better.

I pulled another "all nighter" . . . actually 2am again . . . doing high school reunion things. Then I go to bed and toss and turn for another hour or so. The moral of this story is that I should drink warm milk and eat crackers before sleeping (my Aunt Emily used to make me do that when I visited her as a little girl) and do nothing more exciting than read. I should know this, as old as I am, but I ignore it.