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It is nearly 10:25 AM in London. That would be great if I was there. But, alas, I am not. I am in Provo, Utah, where it is 3:30 AM. I am so backwards on time! Ever since last winter, I have been having trouble with my sleep schedule. I seem to not be able to go to bed at a decent hour. Granted, studying and classes are to blame for some of it, but not entirely. The rest of the blame has to go somewhere. Problem is, I don't know where.

I heard somewhere once that people with high IQs tend to be night owls, and that they do their best work at night. When the rest of the world is dreaming, the smart people are fulfilling theirs. Really gives the term "day dream" a whole new meaning to me. Not to brag, but my IQ is a point or two away from genius level, and I am a night owl, so, who knows, maybe I am destined to come up with some incredible invention or idea. Who knows?

I often go on drives, hoping that the task will help my mind to settle, and allow me to return to my apartment anxious for my warm bed. On these drives, I have no destination, I'll drive on a road until I feel like turning, and for as long as I feel like I should. There is something enchanting about the world at night. While all the hustle and bustle is going on, small details go unnoticed. But, when everyone has left, and there are just a scant few cars sharing the road with you, only street lights and electric signs to change up the monotony, and George Noory (and the crazies who call into his radio show) to keep you company, those little details come to the foreground. You notice all the little bumps and holes in the road, how fast 65 MPH is when you are the only car on the freeway.

I really hope that I end up marrying a girl who is an early bird, so that she can set my internal clock to the right time. But, I have to say, I am sure she is going to love that I am up when we have new borns in the house. She gets to sleep since I am already up.

20 minutes have passed since I began writing. I have miraculously yawned and felt tired for 15 of those 20. I think that I should probably give in to these lovely, and welcomed, feelings.

Yep, I am going...(yawn)...to...(yawn)...fall asleeeeee...(passes out)...