random insomnia strikes again

Is it creepy or just plain sad that I've spent the last I-don't-want-to-know-how-many hours reading archived blog posts dating back to 2002, on the blog of a person who I don't even know all that well? And on a Friday night too. And yet, I had nothing else pressing to do except perhaps go to bed, and that was apparently not to be this evening, for no good reason, as usual. I swear, I can't purposely pull an all-nighter to save my life (or my grade), but when it comes to random, inconvenient fits of not being able to sleep—hot damn, I can fritter away the hours with the best of 'em.

In other news, I've apparently started biting my nails again. I don't know exactly when it started, perhaps sometime over break, but I now realize that it's becoming increasingly difficult to scratch the multiple mosquito bites I brought back from Costa Rica. I've successfully bloodied two fingertips on my left hand sometime within the past eight hours, and even done some serious damage to three toenails (though I didn't actually bite those; I'm not quite that flexible, kids). And of course, the advent of a new season's first batch of mosquito bites means more scratching and scab-picking as well. My god, I'm a mess.

I've been told that such habits are often indicators of something psychological going on, but I honestly can't think what it might be. I'm not one to stress, especially not this term, with last term's Drawing hell and Environmental Studies fiasco safely passed and gone. The fact that I can't figure it out also bothers me, because I'm usually a very self-observant person, and I make it a point to clearly understand my own tendencies and motives as fully as possible. I've long wondered if I'm perhaps a bit OCD, and at least mildly ADD as well, and if that might not have something to do with it. Then again, I also suspect myself of having a not-so-latent hypochondriac streak, and I really hate it when people self-diagnose stuff like that (making up excuses, more like, it seems), so I probably ought to shut up and get over it.

On a completely unrelated note, it amazes and baffles me that my roommate can sleep in jeans. I can barely sleep in PJ pants! Craziness...

Anyway, the sun is coming up, and I think I might actually be able to doze if I go right now and try, so I think I'll do that. Later all.