Too damned late

Argh. I knew that when I promised myself that I'd write for fifteen minutes each day that I'd end up staying up later than I should to do it. Admittedly, I've been staying up far too late all this week anyway so one more day shouldn't kill me, despite how much I feel like shit.

I've always been enamored with the idea of staying up late, ever since I was a child hoping to get to stay up past midnight. There was always something magical about midnight; the thought that I'd get to experience a new day right when it happened was somehow intoxicating. Of course when I finally got the chance 12:01 really didn't feel a lot different from 11:59 but I knew that I was a little more of a grownup that night.

Since then I've always seemed to end up staying up long into the wee hours of the night, usually doing such constructive things as playing games or just watching the idiot box. These days I'm usually just browsing the web, either finding something of interest that I can't get away from or getting hooked on a message thread or two over at the Something Awful Forums. Of course, there's always regret the next day when I have to wake up for work but during the night, I could literally stay up for hours doing the silliest shit.

For a while I thought my attraction to staying up late was because I hated ending whatever I was doing so I could sleep but I've realized that when I'm tired, I like to sleep (imagine, what a novel concept!). I think if I had to put it into words it's the feeling that at 2AM in a small town like Oviedo, you are the sole owner of the world around you. There's few cars driving by, the house is empty save you and the cat - you can do what you want when you want. Although I love my roommates, I value my alone time - staying up until the wee hours of the night is the best place to find it.

Argh again, somehow I've messed up the text entry in this damned Blogger text editing box and I'm too tired to get it working right. Now it's truly time for bed.