Especially when it's little things, and we really know better.
Case in point: Last night, it hit around 11pm, and I thought to myself, I should go to bed. All I'm doing is screwing around with my Linux box, IRCing, and browsing random web pages. This is something I could do anytime, I don't have any need to be doing it now, and I should go to bed. Especially since I have to be up at 6:30am for work. In fact, that's exactly what went through my head.
At 2am, I went to bed.
Where is the sense in that? How do we manage to. . . I don't even know how to put it. I knew the whole time I was sitting there that I should go to bed. I readily acknowledged it, and easily admitted to myself that if I didn't go to bed soon, I'd be feeling like absolute crap today.
And I do.
Humans truly are such silly creatures.