It's 3am, do you know where my sleep is?

I can't sleep, again. The one amusing thing about the situation is the singular thought in my head is the Bedroom Store commercial that run in the mornings, "Hi, I'm Danny Boyd. Hope you slept well St. Louis." I guess I should give them props on that I am thinking about it at 3am when I cannot sleep (although, in a slightly pissed off, nightmarish way).