So I didn’t mean to be up this late, but, ya know… That inconvenient nap where you woke up at midnight? That happened.
Not sweating it, though.
I’m sitting here listening to the infamous ‘Tahoe’ Tweezer Phish jam and thought why not write about why I like being up at ungodly hours.
To be honest, I’m not really sure. I guess it’s just relaxing. My parents and friends always tease me about how I would a lot better off with a graveyard shift job. Being an only child, it’s kind of freeing at this hour since my parents have been out cold for about five hours already and that most of the neighborhood is counting sheep, too.
Sometimes I’ll just sit home and surf the web, check on whatever games were on that night before, dive into my favorite Rolling Stones fan forum and see what they’re stirring up, and of course, just listen to music. Most of the time it’s my iTunes library, but I do have a decently old record player I like to dust off every here and there.
Other nights, I’ll just go for an aimless drive or walk. The neighborhood is so peaceful at this hour and it’s cool to see the village so quiet and empty when you know how crazy it gets during the day.
I don’t get it, but I’ll always embrace the nocturnal life.