It’s fairly rare that I’m in bed before midnight. Only about 20 times last year. Monday night/Tuesday morning was no exception. I was lying in bed, doing some drawing, playing some Angry Birds, watching old Alan Partridge episodes on YouTube, and somehow, it was suddenly 4 a.m. Light off. Brain still active. Thought about something, reached out of bed, grabbed the laptop, started doing more stuff, time ticked on. 5.30 a.m. Time to decide. I stayed awake. Emailing with friends in Europe. 7 a.m. and there’s a few pink clouds in the sky. Out to get coffee and croissant. Get back home, and one of my flatmates is in the kitchen. I do nothing to dissuade him from thinking I’m supercool and just getting home from a big night out. After my coffee, I take a shower, then return to my laptop. I love the feeling of being awake for too long. I seem to average staying awake for more than 24 hours once or twice a year. There was that time in 2007 when I was up for 67 hours, but I doubt that’ll be repeated ever again. The feeling is great. How quickly it can flit from your body demanding that you go to sleep, to being fine again. A bit floaty, but fine. I decided that it was time to try “Trout Mask Replica” again. Ignoring my previous thoughts that life is too short to try and understand “Trout Mask Replica,” ignoring the fact that I have owned CD copies twice and got rid of them, I downloaded it. Illegally. I’m simply not paying for something I’ve bought twice before. I had it in my head that going for a walk in the park after not sleep, would be the perfect way to try and get into “Trout Mask Replica.” Once it had downloaded, I pressed play, listened to about 15 seconds before calling myself a knob. I closed my eyes. Just for a moment. I must’ve been asleep within two minutes of turning it off, looking at the time of the “last played” songs and the time unread emails arrived. My plan foiled by my body. Still, going to bed around 11.30 a.m. and waking up at 4 p.m. does allow me to feel that eating tacos for breakfast is legit.