Mr. Sandman

What do you do when struck with insomnia at 1:00 a.m. on a Tuesday morning? Me? Apparently I sit in bed with a hardback book, my American Girl markers and sketch out a plan for the year ahead. After making a list (er, rather lists- plural) of all I want to accomplish (and need to accomplish in order to graduate with honors next spring), I realize that my 2011 word should probably be two words: hard work. Or elbow grease. Or dig in. Or maybe even yeah right. I certainly am ambitious at 1:00 a.m.; if only that ambition would carry over to the remaining 23 hours of my daily life.