Nights are bad. Everything stops. I run out of distractions and my thoughts run wild. 

Sleep would be good here.  Tomorrow might be better.

I haven’t quoted Marvin the Paranoid Android in a long time. But this seems fitting:

Marvin’s Lullaby

How I Hate the Night, also known as Marvin’s Lullaby, is “a short dolorous ditty of no tone, or indeed tune.”[1]

Now the world has gone to bed
Darkness won’t engulf my head
I can see by infra-red
How I hate the night

Now I lay me down to sleep
Try to count electric sheep
Sweet dream wishes you can keep
How I hate the night