Staying Past Midnight

One of my new-year resolutions is to sleep early. Or to wake up earlier. While I've been successful most days, tonight is probably a precursor to those I'm not.

Today (meaning the day before), I went early to set things in motion: getting signatures from the authority for my proposal defense and submitting them to another authority. I went home at 4 p.m., tired, hungry. I took a nap at 6 p.m.

I woke up groggy, dizzy, and in a brace position to be unable to sleep until very late. I'm here now, aren't I?

Midnights are always beautiful. Sometimes they tease me to get back to my old habit of sleeping very late. They're peaceful, quiet. Everybody is asleep, and you're left with your thoughts. Academic articles are just doors to understanding the universe a bit better. Even Wikipedia entries about time dilation and gravitational constant seem very kind: "Come on. You got this. Just one more reread to understand me."

Midnights are like time-breaks, a no man's land sitting between the regrettable yesterday and the anxiety-inducing tomorrow. I'm just pausing. Damn, I even have a bird-eye view of what has happened and what will happen. Even the most sinister person I met today seem understandable now. This is a testament to how clear-headed I am in my time-breaks.

But on the other hand, judging from the pointlessness of this entry, I must admit that the abrupt change to my circadian rhythm takes a toll on my... I don't know, sanity? What is the point of this post? It seems like I'm just mumbling. Maybe I am. Maybe I'm just ruminating on life in my favorite period of time.

Or maybe, this is exactly it: the perfect time to unwind. That's why this post doesn't have to have a point.

Here's to another tomorrow!