What did insomniacs do before the internet? I’m half convinced that if I didn’t have an internet connection, I’d be most of the way to the great american novel. Or, maybe only part of the way, because I seem to be waffling between nights of 9 or 10 hours of sleep and nights with nada. But, more likely than not, I’d be sitting in front of the TV watching reruns of the X-files.