Koi fish in my tiny little pond

I hate not being able to sleep. What I hate most is not being able to sleep b/c I'm sick. The insomnia bogey comes in and sets himself on my shoulder, bugger that he is. Makes himself right at home and says to me "What shall we do tonight, my dear? How shall I entertain you?"

I can't help but think that he's a dodgy bastard and really just want him to go away so that I can close my eyes.

"I know!" the little cretin exclaims. "Why don't we start with a story...not just any story, mind you. Something simple, not quite esoteric. Why don't we see what's in your insides, luv. I've been hearing an insistent knocking in your brain, it needs getting out, you see. So...let's have a look, shall we?"

And before I know it, I'm up in my office, ink-stained fingers, torch in hand, writing this:

( Lack of Sleep...pardon the whackness of it all... )

**A bit of a nod there, to Sir George Bernard Shaw and his redoubtable Major Barbara.