Loving and Hating this Nocturnal Bodyclock, What’s Wrong with Me

I never learn. I’ve lost track of the number of times I made a mental note about not sleeping during the early hours of the evening, so I won’t wake up in the middle of the night restless.

Crazy things happen to me during these ungodly hours, when everyone in my side of the planet has already signed off for the day. Crazy, impulsive things.

Exhibit A: Two months ago, I jumped into the Project 365 bandwagon, impulsively, at 4:00 in the morning, thinking I could actually last an entire year. I quit, 60 photographs later.

Exhibit B: I left an old domain name and bought chasingdreams.net, just a few hours before the break of day. Now, I have 2 inactive blogs which I’m not sure what to do with anymore.

Exhibit C: I thought of painting my walls purple, at 3:00 AM on a Monday, and then posted a blog about how I want my room to look like Bella’s.

Exhibit D: Realizing that there’s no way I could paint my walls purple, and overhauling my room will need more time and planning than I imagined, I thought of modifying this blog’s color scheme instead, just because I had to see purple-and-blue on something that I own. Started modifying the template at 2:00AM, ended at 5:00AM.

Exhibit E: I conceptualized two new blog projects with Xai (to be launched soon, hopefully), the result of a series of after-midnight brainstorming/chat sessions between two sanguines. You see, that’s the sickness of sanguine people like ourselves — brilliant ideas, lacking in follow-through. But at least I wasn’t alone this time, right.

Oh, and now I’m thinking about doing the 30-Day Blog Challenge too — like her. (Ahh, good luck with that Riz).

I know it’s bad for my health, this nocturnal schedule I’ve developed for myself. But can I help it if inspiration pours in at these late hours, and it’s the time I feel on fire the most? Maybe because it’s quiet and nobody’s buzzing on YM or Skype every now and then. Plus, SkyCable’s connection is fastest at these hours.

So far, none of these crazy impulsive things I sacrificed sleep over has developed into something grand yet, but who knows, one of these days, they just might.

Then maybe I could actually say with conviction that nocturnality is good.