So I got up at 3am this morning. It took me about a week to reprogram whatever little cluster I've got in my head, the one that processes things like 'daylight' and 'sleepytime' and 'dude, go to bed already'

I might not have been so cavalier about experimenting with my sleep patterns if said patterns weren't already so fubar. But as it is, well, I guess the insomnia and the odd hours at work and the ongoing addictions to both caffeine and beer are finally paying off! Heck yeah!

I didn't get any writing done. At least not yet. Actually, it went something like this:
3:00. Alarm
(no violence)
3:01-3:20. Lying in bed under the warm covers. Didn't/couldn't fall back asleep.
3:21-3:23. Sitting up. Thinking, "Wow. Dark."
(I bet your thought processes are no more profound at this hour)
3:24-5:14. Wasting time on the internet.
5:15. Second Alarm (a backup) telling me it's time to get ready for work.
So I got ready for work.

...and I show up at work in a very uncharacteristically good mood. Whistling, even. At 6:55 AM. (I must be going nuts...)

I still feel great. And there's the outside chance that one of these mornings, I'll actually write something at that ungodly pre-dawn hour.