I've been trying to form good habits. (I have a lot of bad habits (including using too many parentheses), so there's a lot of better ones I've been trying to get into.) I have a great deal of trouble getting to sleep at anything except an ungodly hour (falling asleep between 6am and 6pm goes swimmingly - nothing else does). I now have an alarm that tells me to get off the computer at midnight ( the "sleep" alarm plays this - the "make dinner" alarm plays "bananaphone").
So far, it's only sort of worked. I do get off the computer at midnight (yay!) but then I stay awake finishing apocalypse stories, which leave me paranoid and unable to sleep. (They generally feature lots of murderings and/or zomies/alt-zombies. (Alt-zombies are exactly like regular zombies, except they aren't actually called zombies.)) Last night I knit half a sweater, only to find out today that I'd fucked up the first arm, and had to frog almost the entire thing. I guess it's nice that I get to knit with the yarn more (it's nice yarn), but still. Ag. Tonight I'm writing this blog post, I guess. Maybe I'll watch Harry Potter, THAT won't have any murderings! Oh wait.
The really worrying thing is that I've only read three of the books I got out of the library yesterday; I still have ...er...a lot... to go, and most of them are science fiction. Which is, statistically, the most apocalyptic genre. 
I could read some Prachett or Heyer, but I've been reading a LOT of both recently (it's summer) so neither really appeals. I wish my teenage girl science fiction had arrived from the internet by now. Maybe if I order more books it will arrive faster! That's clearly the best plan.