I've never had insomnia. Not real, stay up all night, tossing and turning, mind whirring, insomnia. The closest I've come is an hour or two falling asleep or upon waking in the middle of the night -- and these are extremely rare instances. I get this trait from my father, who falls asleep the minute his head hits the pillow. There should be a word for that -- upon pillow-hit. He says his deep sleeping is the sign of a clear conscience. I'm not sure what that says about my mother.
Tonight, I have decided to pull an all-nighter. Or rather, the all-nighter was decided for me when I realized I had three hours of sleep left. Actually, it was decided when I -- according to custom -- grossly underestimated the amount of time I would need to pack...