it's that time of year...

The time of year I stay up late. I know I should goto bed early (I am NOT a morning person), but I get so excited about things. I want to finsih one more row, work one more part of the puzzle, finish one more chapter... So I stay up and I feel fine when I am up.

I do NOT feel fine the next morning. I crave the bed. I hate the light. I want my alarm clock to shut the hell up. I want my cat to stop telling me it is late and cuddle with me instead. She gets anxious and spends her time trying to figure out why I am still burried under the covers.

I know this is something I could easily fix. I know I could goto bed early and feel fine in the morning. I know that going to bed earlier would mean I could face my morning bike ride in of freezing cold weather better simply b'c I would be more well rested and could go faster.

But somehow staying up late always feels better than anything else.