Damn it Ellis! Let me sleep!!

"Damn it, Ellis!" Simon shook his head in a mixture of longing and disgust...

It's 6:06 in the am and I barely slept a wink all night.
Last night, before I finally went to bed at midnight, the heroine of The Color of Passion (which I am currently revising for dream editor) told the hero that she didn't want to be involved, and the 'damn it, Ellis' line was the best I could come up with in response.
Lame.
I knew it was time to go to bed, knew that the inkwell of wonderful, witty, sexually-tense dialogue had dried up for the day. I yawned, stretched, fed the cat, and turned on the tv to catch the tail end of Leno (with the purpose of erasing any story thoughts from my mind).
Sadly, sleep didn't come. I tossed, turned, fluffed, got and extra pillow, had a sip of water, rubbed cream on my feet... but I couldn't get these characters out of my head. They remained locked in the room, staring each other down, searching for appropriate words to say to one another. They argued at 1:30, woke me up at 2:30 with their passionate, anger-driven kisses, sniped at each other at 4:00. When I looked at my clock again, it read 5:17 and he was feeling her up (where did that come from?)!!. Finally, at 6:00, my pussy cat woke me up (I mean this literally, of course) to be let out.
Oh, damn it. Who needs sleep, anyway?
The trouble is, I am now sitting at my computer, the house is quiet, kids are fast asleep, cat is outside and hubby's snoring has ceased (making me wonder if he is indeed dead), and I'm too bloody tired to write this scene! ARRGGG!