Insomnia. Again.

I, in my infinite wisdom, have come to the conclusion:

1) My insomnia is heavily related to stress.
2) This is realisation does not do anything to reduce the over all shit factor of it all.

I have just finished a massive presentation for uni, about the Family Entertainment Titan that is Walt Disney (and all its millions of tiny little subsidiaries...trust, there are LOTS.) What should I do now, I do wonder?
Sleep, seeing as I have to get up at 8am to go the aforementioned presentations?
Excellent idea.
Cue me lying in bed for a while, eyes wide open, listening to the pipes gurgling, yet again swearing oaths that I will start uni work as soon as I receive it, to save myself last minute suicidal tendencies.
On the plus side, this bastarding year of uni will be over in a matter of a week or so.

And then all I've got left to do is a 10,000 word dissertation on Fandom, two concepts (as well as developmental material) for feature length movies, and PDP (which they still refuse to just cancel, no matter how many shit essays they have handed in and fake blog posts I have to write...joke. Sorry Marian/Shaun/Phil/Rosie, whoever is the poor soul made to read this blog. Insomnia = bad jokes. )

Right. Sleep attempt number 2.