Me too. My dad's a big fan too, which is cool.

I am happiest when I can got to bed at 10pm and wake up at 6am. I sometimes complain about having to walk the dogs, but really, they are my excuse to get up when DH wants me to spend hours in bed in the morning (while he's still sleeping).

What I don't understand about all you night owls is how you manage to make coffee when you're barely functional. I'm neither a true night owl nor a true morning person by nature, and the coffee-maker always feels like a challenge to me in the morning. You have to find a filter and put water in the machine and measure the grounds and wait for the coffee and then it's hot and I have to drink hot things very slowly or else it feels like my throat is closing, and in general the process is an investment of time that I would just as soon spend sleeping or reading.

So I skip the coffee, unless someone else will make it or I'm feeling especially energetic.

Kate, Have you or your dad seen the Almodovar film Talk to Her?

Veloso sings in it and it is so beautiful it just breaks your heart.

So I skip the coffee, unless someone else will make it or I'm feeling especially energetic.

NYC has coffee carts. They appear like magic in the morning mist and dispense blue and white greek-themed cups of hot java-y goodness for a couple of quarters.

By the time you're out for lunch they've disappeared.

Spooky.

What I don't understand about all you night owls is how you manage to make coffee when you're barely functional.

I don't. That is why God invented Coffee Bean. I don't even have to speak. I just nod my head when they write my order and then hand them money.

I just took a walk to one of the other buildings on the campus to buy soda. And stopped for a chat with someone I hadn't talked to in a while. And walked on the grass.

And now there's ginger ale at my desk!

Not only do I wonder why (the wonder falls) I haven't done this more often, I wonder if I'll even remember tomorrow.

I can be either a night person or a morning person, but not both. I mean, if I've gotten enough sleep the night before, I wake up alert and chipper, no matter when. But having to get up two hours earlier than the norm (whatever the current norm is) leads to groggy Jesse all day. And coffee doesn't help at all if what I need is more sleep. So in my current student life, setting my alarm for 8 is an issue, because I'm used to staying up past 12, but when I worked, I woke up at 7 every day with no problem, but I also started getting ready for bed at 10.

What I don't understand about all you night owls is how you manage to make coffee when you're barely functional.

My parents used to prepare it the night before, so all they'd have to do was flip the switch to on. For a while, we had one of those ones with a timer, and that worked nicely.

Now, when I'm drinking coffee, my earlier-rising (because his job starts at 8) husband makes it, so it's there waiting for me when I stumble, zombie-like, from my bed.

Lisiprin changed me from a night owl to an afternoon owl. I usually fall asleep by 10pm unless there's soemthing specific I'm staying up for. First alarm is at 6am, and second alarm starts going off at 6:45, running through snooze cycles until sometime between 7am and 7:20am. The long drive to work allows me to gradually wake up by 9, but I'm not really productive and efficient until 10:30 or 11, just as I would be if I worked locally and rolled out of bed 20 minutes before work. I probably have several prime hours after quitting time, at least one of which I used to work rather than driving or eating dinner in.

Sadly, the difficult new schedule is so ingrained that I usually wake up around 6 even on alarm-free weekends, though I can often nap until 9 or so if there's not too much noise.