Friends don't wake friends up

I am not a morning person. I never have been, and I never will be. I was sleep deprived from age fourteen to eighteen, because I had a paper route, and despite having to get up at 5:20 AM six days a week, I rarely went to slept before midnight, and it wasn't exactly unusual for me to stay up even later. I'm not even joking. I learned to function very well on little sleep.

And then I started university. The ability was completely destroyed, because I still loved late nights, and I could sleep as long as I liked most days a week. Actually, for the past four years, I've had a schedule that is not particularly hurt by staying up way past midnight. And it's become a bit of a habit, staying up late. I think nothing of being up until four. In fact, yesterday, I was up until three, despite knowing very well that I had an eight am lecture to go to.

... I guess this part indicates that I can still rock the late nights, because I was up and about at seven forty, and my... ahem... smiling face could be seen in the second last row of the lecture hall at eight ten (the lecture starts at eight fifteen... I wasn't late!).

I know it's probably not a good approach to my daily schedule. Sooner or later, I'm going to have to acquire a sleeping pattern that works better with the world around me, and not just on the internet. My money is on later though, simply because... well, I love late nights.

Which brings me to the moral of today's story: if you ever need to contact me about something trivial that can wait a few hours and it's early in the morning (or even early-ish), wait a few hours, please! I thought all my friends knew this already.

Apparently not.