Sleep. I remember this theory. It was a good one, at one time.
As it stands now, I think I'm getting it in three hour (or less) increments. I don't think it's scientifically possible at this point for me to sleep more than three hours and four minutes at a stretch. This is, logically, followed by me getting insomnia for a good half an hour before I conk out again. Rest is for the weak. I acknowledge it not.
-- and no, it's not due to unnatural caffeine ingestion. I didn't drink any coffee products last night.
Part of the problem (I believe) comes from the fact I'm not taking my medication right now. Now, before I am burned in effigy, it's because I was asked to see if I can keep from doing so before I take yet another return trip to the Friendly Neighborhood Neurologist, and they run another shiny, happy series of tests on me to see what in the name of Xanadu is wrong with my head. So, Sonny has unnatural pain in his noggin (including, but not limited to, a scalp that is so tender that it hurts to wash my hair) and this makes the resting on the pillow to be an accomplishment in and of itself.