This always always happens: It's evening. I'm starting to nod off while reading. I figure this is a sign I should just go straight to bed, get an hour or two extra sleep, and feel bright and fresh the next morning. I drag myself off the couch and set about doing the most necessary aspects of my bedtime routine. But somehow, doing these few necessary tasks wakes me up. And gives me a sudden craving for soup. And makes me think of something to write that I really should get down before bed. And isn't the internet interesting today! And, oh, look, MASH is on! And let's just get this game to a point where we can save it and pick up easily next time...and suddenly it's midnight and I have to get up in 5.5 hours.