the magic hours

I can sure relate to this. I've always felt most alive when it's way too late (or early depending on your point of view). So many memories of playing games until I could "find a place to save", while the controller seemed to suck the warmth out of my hands. Or getting so lost in Randland that the world of Aes Sedai, Aiel, and Asha'man seemed far more important than mine. Darn the world of responsibility and normal working schedules. It's no wonder that nobody accomplished dreams anymore- we are sleeping when we could be dreaming... Besides, nothing worthwhile ever happens until after lunch!