Sleep, sleep, no sleep!

I really wish I had control over my body, but since my little crash of May 20th it seems to want to get more sleep than it's getting. As in, I appear to need at least 9 hours of sleep a night, but most nights I'm fighting to get eight! This week is a good - or should I say bad - example. On Monday night, the last time I remember looking at the clock it was just before 2AM, and I woke up at 7. Five hours is not good. The next two nights I managed about seven hours of sleep, and as a result I've been pretty tired today. I wonder if my exhaustion level at this moment means I'll finally get a good night's sleep tonight...