No rest for the wicked

I hate it when I wake up at 3 AM and can't sleep any more.

Like tonight.

Thinking about something pleasant, trying to remember a dream, concentrating on one thought, keeping my eyes closed no matter what... and nothing. I still can't decide which is more annoying: my roommate's snoring, or the fact that he can fall asleep in five minutes and nothing would wake him. I wouldn't mind my 'fucked up sleeping pattern' if not for my studies and job - sleep deprivation is counter-productive to say the least. I waste way too much time every day anyway, and still can't make a good use of what's left. The nature of my job is clearly not helping, either. Standing still for eight hours, smiling to people even though I don't really care whatever they want - it's kind of tiresome. Mostly psychically.

Now would be the part in which I wish for an interesting job, positive motivation for studying, healthy relationship and a good sleep. But let's skip it.

It's 5:25 AM already, no matter what I do, I'll be drowsy in the morning. Doesn't matter whether I'll try to fall asleep for the next two hours, or just sit in front of the computer. Either way my frustration is mounting. Maybe I should take some pills. Or get drunk before sleep. Or whatever.

Damn. Everything is just... slipping.