I'm not quite sure how I let it happen, but I did.
I really thought I was over it, too. I thought I'd beaten it.
I was wrong.
After watching a movie last night, and finishing at around 11pm, I decided it was about time for bed. So I went to bed. Except, I didn't go to sleep. Oh, no. Not yet. I decided I'd read, just for a few minutes, and then sleep. Fifteen minutes or so is all I'd planned. You see, I just picked up a new book by Dave Duncan, one of the most amazing and under-rated SF/Fantasy authors I know, and I wanted to get a few pages into it before sleep.
At midnight, I had realized that it was time to sleep. At 1am, I was wondering why I was still awake, and decided then that I was just about to go to sleep. At 2am, I decided I was an idiot. and I should have gone to sleep 3 hours ago.
At 3am, some 300 odd pages later, I turned off my light and went to sleep.
I wonder, is massive stupidity such as this hereditary? Did I get this from my parents? Or is this just a natural talent of mine? Admittedly, I do seem to practice it regularly, but still. . . it seems sometimes like I have a supernatural capacity for sheer stupidity.
So be it.