Yeah, walking's one of my usual remedies. But whenever I try to step out for a walk when I stay with my parents, they think someone's breaking in. Can't even go out for a smoke without them damn near calling the cops.
No shit. I'm at my step-mom and dad's now, actually. My mother lives down in North Carolina and smokes about as much as I do. I'm already planning on visiting her for Christmas next year. At least I'll be able to get stoned.
Update: Just did a line of a Butalbital I found in some of my old shit. Gonna do another one and go smoke a cigarette. Should be okay by then.
I decided one of these days I'm going to try to cure my insomnia by giving into it and staying awake until I can't hold my eyes open anymore. Pretty much just go until I pass out.
Stop trying to get to sleep- the effort will be self defeating. I suggest pulling an over nighter and work some deliberate sleep deprivation into the mix. The second night may see you catching some z's edit- it seems that Ramona and I had the same general idea. great minds...
A spiritually transcendental experience followed by weeping will tire you out. Cate beat me to it. A spiritually transcendental orgasm followed by crying. Try thinking of your dead grandparents while playing with yourself.
For longterm, I take melatonin at the same time every night (helps when you have to adjust to a new sleep schedule). I also drink tension-tamer tea for when stress keeps me awake. And then there's always benadryl...