I’m a night owl. I always have been. My whole family is, really. My father and mother sometimes stay up until two or three in the morning watching TV, drinking tea or working on crossword puzzles together. When my mother goes to bed, then my father really gets to work on all kinds of different computer projects.

Of course, through some cosmically anointed, super human, ability, both manage to be up by 9:30. I’ve stopped trying to explain it.

Well, I can’t do that, but I got the first half pretty much down pat.

I always seem to get my best work done at night. Maybe it’s the lack of distractions or the limited options in what else I could be doing. Whatever it is, the hours of 11:00pm to about 4:00am, my productivity skyrockets… if I let it.

If I don’t let it, I have nights like tonight. Eight successive episodes of LOST in a row, spanning the hours of 10:30pm to about 5:00am, with one or two short intermissions in between. I know, it’s stupid. But I don’t regret it.

Sometimes we’re gonna have binges, but this one I get to have with my parents. And, it doesn’t hurt that LOST is a freaking sweet show.

Moral of the story: I’d have something more interesting to write about tonight had I not just thoroughly numbed my brain with network television. Lesson learned, right? Unlikely.