I got called last night to work on a TV show ("Bones"). They have an 11 am call today (which means they've been working really long hours and are pushing the call later every day in order to make turnaround), which also means I can't go to the LAist party, which is tonight, and which will be long over by the time I get off work. Damn.
Of course, as soon as I decided it was bed time, I lay there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling.
Because I can't take sleep aids - Tylenol PM and Nyquil make me hyper, and the stronger ones will knock me out for 15 hours and I'll be groggy for the entire next day - pretty much all I can do when this happens is lay there and hope I'll be able to sleep.
At some point I gave up and turned on the TV, but even Jay Leno reruns didn't bore me enough to knock me out.
This starts a really vicious cycle. I drink coffee all day to stay awake because I'm tired, and then when I get home, I'm too amped up to sleep. There's an art to timing that last cup of coffee so I can stay awake until wrap (which I'm betting will be 1 am at the earliest, but we'll see) but still be able to get some rest when I get home.