I tried counting sheep, but they all fell asleep before me.
I told my brain it’s time to sleep, and it responded with a to-do list.
My bed and I have a love-hate relationship. It loves to keep me awake, and I hate it for it.
Sleep is like a mythical creature for me – I’ve heard stories about it, but never actually seen it.
My dreams must be too interesting, because they keep waking me up for a standing ovation.
I thought about a good night’s sleep, but I guess it’s just that – a thought.
Can’t sleep? I guess our brains forgot to pay the electricity bill for the dream projector.
Sleeping is like a tennis match for me – it takes forever to get started, and once it does, it’s over too quickly.
No one ever tells you that bedtime is a conspiracy – the more you need sleep, the less you can have it.
I can’t sleep because my thoughts have a never-ending party in my head.
I wonder if sheep count us when they can’t sleep?
The night sky is filled with stars, and my mind with thoughts keeping me awake.
My pillow holds a grudge against me – it keeps throwing uncomfortable ideas at me.
Sleep is like a ninja – it sneaks up on you when you least expect it.
Why do thoughts that keep me up at night stay silent during the day?
If sleep were an Olympic sport, I’d definitely get a gold medal in staying awake.
I should probably open a 24-hour pharmacy – I have enough sleepless nights to fill it.
Who needs sleep when you can have late-night snacks and regrets instead?
I think my bed is plotting against me – it knows exactly when to be the comfiest when I need to be awake.
Can’t sleep because I’m afraid my dreams will give me an Oscar for best nightmare.
My bed and I have a silent agreement – it keeps me awake, and I keep it warm.
Sleeping is like standing in line for a rollercoaster – the closer you get, the more anxious you become.
Trying to sleep is like being stuck in a bad TV show – you keep waiting for it to get better, but it never does.
I need to find a way to outsmart my brain – it’s too good at keeping me awake.
Sleeping is like a dance party for my dreams – they have all the fun while I’m left, sleepless and tired.
They say counting sheep helps you sleep, but what happens when the sheep start doing calculus?
Sleeping is like a game of hide-and-seek – I seek it, but it always finds a way to hide from me.
Who needs sleep when you can stay up all night worrying about not getting enough sleep?
The night is the perfect time to think about everything you ever did wrong in your life.
I can’t sleep because my thoughts have more energy than a toddler on a sugar rush.
Stayed up all night thinking about what to name my future yacht. Too bad I don’t have a yacht.
Trying to sleep is like trying to solve a Rubik’s cube – just when you think you’re close, everything falls apart.
The nocturnal animals have it easy – they’re wired to stay up all night while I’m struggling to get some shut-eye.
Sleeping is like a magic trick gone wrong – the disappearing act never happens.
What’s the point of counting sheep when they’re all probably asleep already?
I tried counting backwards from a thousand, but I got so bored that I ended up counting sheep instead.
I got a Masters in Sleep Deprivation – now I just need to find a job that requires no sleep.
Can’t sleep because my mind has way too many tabs open.
I can’t sleep – my brain keeps replaying embarrassing moments from middle school.
Insomnia is a great opportunity to catch up on all the failed plans and conversations you had in your head.
I should start a sleep-deprived support group, but I doubt any of us would show up.
Sleeping is like trying to catch a butterfly – just when you think you’ve got it, it slips away.
Can’t sleep because my brain is too busy writing its autobiography.
If staying up all night were an Olympic sport, I’d definitely be a gold medalist.
Sleeping is like a marathon – I train all day just to be exhausted and unable to sleep at night.