Of course, I’ve been up late before. I’ve been up at 4am before more times than I can count. Sometimes hurtling hysterically towards a morning deadline I’m not going to hit. Sometimes hanging out with friends doing hang out stuff. Or wallowing in discomfort on a red-eye flight. Or sometimes, just because I feel like being awake. But never have I been up in the witching hours for no other reason than that I’m running some half-baked sleeping experiment. It’s different. It’s weird.
I find myself desperately looking for things to do and coming up empty-handed. No, that list of things I’ve been putting off all day to take advantage of this precise moment doesn’t count. It’s too hard to actually do things. I end up out on the front porch, sipping on ice water and listening to the night sounds of exurban Ohio. They’re not very stimulating. Later, inexplicably, I’m staring at this haggard, ghoulish creature in my bathroom. Oh, that’s me. I traverse hither and yon across the interwebs, looking for something, anything. I laugh out loud at things that aren’t funny in a vain attempt to jolt some vitality into my upstairs enclosure.Read More