circus freaks and all-niters

when i was 9 years old i couldn't fall asleep easily. 10, 12, 14, 18--the same story. i went from reading whatever i could get my hands on to discovering cary grant (a left-handed circus freak who looked better in a tux than 007) and all the rest of the all-nite black-and-white television crew. maybe the best late-night discovery of em all, however, was prince through headphones. imagine hearing "lady cab driver" for the first time in the silence of a dark house.... then it evolved. book reports at 2am, papers at 3am, always due the next day. finish a project a week in advance? how?! when i was 21 and graduating from university with my first degree i knew i was doomed. some people get a job and never look back. and others.... yeah, well. they just continue to pull deadline-induced wee-hour workathons. now, even w/o projects due, i usually see the other side of 1am--on a school night.

you think i'd outgrow it. it's 3:43am. i'm thinking some things really don't change w/o radical surgery.