A long night's journey into day

I cannot sleep. To pass the time, I am lying in bed, staring directly upwards to count the nobbles on the textured ceiling.

One nobble, two nobbles, three ...

Oh, wait a minute. It's dark, being night time. I can't see the nobbles. Damn.

Still, it could be worse. I could be having nightmares about scary monsters or having sex with the entire cast of Emmerdale.