insomnia...

must be my native american name because sleep just refuses to be my friend. during the three hours that i've been up, i've tried; laying in the dark for an hour, cleaning out my inbox, emptying my bladder, listening to the fan rotate, sending out birthday shoutouts on facebook, and tweeting. as i lay here yawning and listening to my son fall out of the bed for the third time (i'm not picking his solid ass up again. ok. yes i am), i wonder if insomnia is genetic. i have a cousin who suffers from it and i know for a fact my fraternal grandmother suffers. does that mean it skips a generation since my first cousin and i suffer but our parents, who are siblings (for the genetics impaired), don't? i used to say i need to find an overnight job since i was always up at the wee hours, but i've come to the conclusion, i need a life outside of work and home. i don't suffer from insomnia!! i have a severe case of creativity and my mind needs to explore. i'm gonna fill my prescription for a social life (again) pronto!!