It's 2 am and I'm not sleepy

Awesome. It's 2 am and I'm not sleepy. I like sleep, a lot, and by not being sleepy, I'm missing out on one of my favorite things, you guessed it, sleep. It could have been all that Diet Dr. Pepper I had with dinner. My sister had some and was able to fall right asleep, but I guess that's because she didn't have four glasses, like me. Some day I'll have self control...
I wish I were one of those creative types, that could write down some song lyrics or come up with a short story, but all my poems growing up were of the rhyming sort and I'm not sure how well that flies once you reach 23 and your name isn't Shel Silverstein. (Random fact: his son went to my high school.) I was in a creative writing class my senior year of high school. For our last paper we had to write a short story and read it aloud to the class as our final. I remember basing mine off of an episode of Doogie Howser, M.D. In the episode, Wanda's (Doogie's girlfriend) mother has died (from cancer, if I remember correctly, I was only like 10 when I watched it). She is having trouble saying goodbye so she ties a note to her mom on a balloon and sends it off into the sky. I'm pretty sure I hardcore plagiarized that, because their was certainly a death and a balloon goodbye in my story.
I also remember I was sick the day I was supposed to read my story so my friend Claire read it for me. I'm pretty sure I feigned being sicker so I didn't have to read it (most people in school had trouble telling us apart anyways). Aww, memories. At one point I did write my own work, including this awesome poem in elementary school in our Halloween Card contest. I should have won first place, not third. I was cheated, I tell you, because that was a quality poem. I'm surprised I never got a call from Hallmark....