Ian O'Doherty: Sharks, Nazis and Bill O'Reilly... Welcome to my world of insomnia
So, here's the deal. It's 5.30 in the morning. I'm sitting downstairs, half-heartedly watching Fox News and leafing though Sarah Silverman's new memoirs.
I am, to use the technical term, completely knackered, yawning the kind of deep, gasping yawns that leave you with tears coming down your face but there's no point in going to bed -- sleep won't be coming any time soon. I know that now.
So, why on earth am I sitting in the pallid early dawn light watching rolling news and skimming a book by a comedian when all I want to do is get my head down on a pillow and catch a few hours kip before work?