Late night or early morning, I don't know

I can't go to sleep. I'm sitting here in front of two glowing rectangles (John Boswell's line, I must attribute). On the Jimmy Fallon show they are showing fake and Lost episodes. I am about on the edge of slumber, but caught up with a number of strings of thought running through my mind. I wish I could get just put it behind me and go to bed. At this point, I shouldn't go back to bed in the bedroom. I probably need to go upstairs to bed so I won't disturb Cindy. I washed the pots from supper. I clipped Tex's nails. I checked the Braves (we won) and the Phillies (they were losing). I am drinking a rather large cup of ice water. That will be a problem later on. I will be waking up in the middle of the night, or at least the later than the middle of the night, or early morning, or pre-day part of the day. I don't know. I am confused and wondering why I couldn't use the darkness of the night to sleep through. Yes, Cindy will tell you that I slept through about two hours of television, while Cindy played card games on the glowing rectangle and watched me sleep through the television. I think that is bad for you. I need to walk at night. Suddenly, when I woke from my pre-sleep nap, I felt a pain in my hip. Great. Parts are going to start falling off soon. I've got gout, but I feel like I have some weird type of leprosy. All these body parts which don't work and could atrophy and just simply fall off. It won't happen. My mind is just rambling.