I'm not gonna make it

It is 3:30 in the morning and I am not sleeping, nor, might I add, am I getting anything done. When I was a kid I believed sleep was a waste of time, now I think insomnia is. I have taken 2mgs of Klonopin and drank a Bloody Mary, I should, at the very least be temporarily unconscious right now. After a rash of bad news primed me for misery, at the age of forty something, I am actually upset that not enough people have "liked" my current post on facebook. I am like a teenage girl waiting by the phone, except the waiting is for anything but this...not a boy per se, but don't get me wrong, I wouldn't turn one down. I think I was supposed to be a caveman, at least all this excess cortisol would be good for something...