My hereditary insomnia has finally caught up with me, and it's my destiny to suffer as others have before. With a little humor thrown in, the reader can glimpse what it's like for a person who is falling apart from protracted insomnia: Bit by bit, you find yourself becoming, not just exhausted, but actually quite unhinged as well - and the only reliable cure is unappealing to me, to say the least. What are my sisters going to say about me now?