I seem to have developed a new vice: Chocolate Lucky Charms. I'm not a praying man, but it would be irrational for me to fact that development and not say "God, help me." You might as well just start stapling slabs of lard to my posterior now, because you know they're a-coming.
This in addition to the strange habit I've developed of compounding my insomnia by reading various history entries on Wikipedia, mostly radiating outward from my recurrent fascination with the Battle of France (i.e., the one where France lost a whole war in 1940 and then managed later to get it reclassified as merely a 'battle'). I listened to the Churchill "We will fight them on the beaches..." speech a little while ago, which I'd previously always avoided because I heard it was disappointing to actually hear it, and it was. (Link here, which I'd avoid not just because it is disappointing but because it's a RealPlayer file and I hate RealPlayer.) I have shouted parts of that speech to myself while jogging--not that there is much real affinity between the plight of my shin splints and the plight of Britain just after Dunkirk--and I must admit I think I do a more rousing job.