When I finally catch the Sandman, I'm kicking his ass

I've had chronic insomnia since I was 13 or so (around the same time as the ascensions of both Vaclev Havel AND Ruth Bader Ginsberg. Coincidence?! Well, yeah- probably.)
Anyway, I've noticed that it has gotten progressively worse to a point where at least once a month (or lately, once every 3 weeks), I'll go literally the entire night without sleeping for so much as a second. It used to be that whenever this happened, I'd walk around zombie-like (or Victoria Beckham-like, if you prefer) all the next
day, due to extreme fatigue. What troubles me now is that when these sleepless nights happen, I feel no different than I would have had I slept for 8 hours. Should I be worried by this? Shouldn't I be tired? Instead of sleeping on a Sunday night/Monday morning, I'm watching back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back episodes of "The Sarah Silverman Program" on Comedy Central, or a 3-hour History Channel special on the Huns. (BTW- if you missed that special, let me sum it up for you: the Huns are fucking awesome).

When I was an undergrad, I was on the editorial staff of our campus paper, which was released weekly. Due to our small staff, the editors regularly spent the entirety of Wednesday night into dawn on Thursday putting the paper together. This went on every week during the entire school year. During that time, I never once found myself acclimated to the schedule, and felt like shit through all of Thursday. Now, however, almost 6 years later (yeah, 6 years since college and I'm still making shit money for a job I hate), my body seems perfectly OK with not sleeping. This kinda reminds me of a second-rate Stephen King novel called "Insomnia", wherein the protagonist sleeps progressively less and less each night, until he stops sleeping altogether. During his wakefulness, he starts seeing his neighbors' auras and tiny bald demonic men cutting people's lifelines with cosmic deathscissors.

This leads me to two equally important points:

1. "Cosmic Deathscissors" WILL be the name of my first album
2. If I don't start sleeping through the night, EVERY night, I'm going to lose my mind and start seeing auras and shit.

While a little madness might be fun (I'd imagine I could get quite a bit of light housework done during my more manic "episodes"), I'm not quite ready to see the tiny bald men yet. So it's decided- now that as of 3 weeks ago, I finally have a cozy Tufts PPO healthplan, I'm gonna call up Dr. Feelgood and get him to hook me up with some Ambien CR...but not until after March 25h, 'cause Cartoon Network is airing a Super Friends marathon from 1am to 6am that morning, and I am SO there. The tiny bald men are welcome to attend, provided of course they bring their own kettle corn, and keep those cosmic deathscissors properly sheathed.