I'm too old for this... So, night before last I stayed up all night. I had to re-design a network diagram for a proposal that we are sending out this week, and it had to be done. Unfortunately, I am an unregenerate procrastinator. I didn't start it until after midnight. I guess I treasure the time that I spend with my wife too much. Anyway, I didn't get done until close to 4:30 AM. At that point, any reasonable person would get whatever sleep they could. So, of course, I played PS2 for 2 hours. I had a good reason. Or at least, it seemed like a good one to my sleep-deprived mind. You see, I am a sound sleeper. A very sound sleeper. I pray that Jesus does not return between 2-6 AM, because I can't be sure the trumpet will actually wake me up. Because of this, sleeping for a short time, say 2 hours, when my body is actually tired makes me feel worse than just staying up.

At least it did when I was 20. Now at 32, I'm not so sure.

By last night, on about hour 37 of wakedness, my eyesight started to go. It was like that effect you see in the movies when the director wants to convey that the character has been drugged. Some things seem to move closer, others further way, and then back again. It was really kinda fun. On top of that, my heart was racing. I was running strictly on a 60/40 blend of adreniline and caffiene. And because of that particular cocktail, I couldn't fall asleep until after midnight. Oh, well. I will probably take me at least a few days to recover.

In the immortal words of Larry Miller, "When you're 21 and you stay up all night, it's like victory, like you beat the night. When you're 35, that rising sun is like God's flashlight."