in elementary school i'd wait until the house had stopped rustling, flip my lamp on and read a christopher pike or mary higgins clark in a single sitting while everyone slept.
in high school i crept into the family room to watch mtv in the dark, jumping onto the couch whenever a car drove past, wondering if a boy was going to knock on my window or do a one-ringer, the code to call him back. [this happened often enough that it was always a distinct possability, but not often enough to justify the nervous tick.]
after 3 a.m. rollerblading, general campus wandering or sitting on benches near the arches off summit avenue smoking menthols and talking smart, a handful of girls told me that no one wanted to be my roommate sophomore year because i stayed up too late.
once, when fannie and i lived together, i was hanging out with my friend teemo in our living room long after she had called it a night, and she yelled from her bedroom: shut up your big dumb laugh!
for my first few years in duluth, i'd crawl back to my apartment well past sun up. afterbars lasted until we had cashed a family-sized serving of cheeseburger hamburger helper and commuter traffic had drizzled down to nothing.
after that i went back to reading all night, tearing through two or three books a week. squinting at the final chapter around 11 a.m., scorching my stomach with a pot of coffee, sometimes making eggs, deciding to just stay awake for the day -- then crashing around noon with my legs still bouncing from the caffeine.
when i met chuck, he was also going the distance. our dates ended late-late-late, and even now we are typically up until about 4 a.m.
chuck has kept traditional business hours this week. passing out tonight just 39 minutes into a movie, even before the 10 p.m. news. exactly the kind of behavior we both think is hilarious.
i'm doing nothing. i emptied tivo of the things he doesn't watch, i've read half a book. i flipped through a magazine and found a pair of cute boots online. i attacked my google reader, catching people's updates within seconds of being posted. i read some more of that book and had another whole meal. i've consumed about 96 ounces of water in the past six hours, and flushed about 80. i've googled "how many ounces of fluid does a bladder hold?" and estimated appropriately.
left to my own devices, i seem incapable of putting myself down for the night.