Some nights, I just have to accept that there will be no sleep had.
I follow the rules of Sleep Hygiene. If you're an insomniac, you probably know exactly what I'm talking about. The bed is only there for sleeping and sexytime. I don't read in bed, I don't watch television in bed, I don't use my laptop in bed, etc. Sleeping only. I don't eat for several hours before the first attempt at sleep and continue without food until some sleep has been achieved. I've heard recently that being hungry at night is actually the body's way of asking for sleep - so that's been another method for judging when to start hitting the sack. The bedroom is dark (even during daylight hours), quiet and comfortable. By the time I reach the bed, there is nothing I desire more than a few hours of unconsciousness.
I lay quietly and still, focusing on my breathing or on nothing at all. Despite the fact that my eyes are heavy and stinging and my body is exhausted, the cruel mistress that is sleep remains just out of my grasp. After twenty minutes of this, I follow my sleep hygiene practices and drag myself out from under the warm sheets to find something mindless to work on for about the same amount of time. And so this cycle continues - 20 minutes in bed, 20 minutes out of bed - for several hours until finally, I give up. Now, not just completely exhausted but also quite frustrated by the teasing advances of the aforementioned mistress, I pull myself from the comfort of my bed and prepare for a very long day.
A very long day which will more than likely involve said mistress coming to take me at the most inconvenient moment possible.
You win again...