Once was glorious not to sleep. Several nights in a row. Feeling kind of high until the crash. Boy, and what crashes! Once I really loved nights.

I think I still love them and during the night -- until the morning -- I still work at my best sometimes. No phones, nobody in the office, even Eudora stays frozen in the Dock. Only clear thoughts bouncing off each other like marbles. And magic!

But somewhere along the line something happened: I feel guilty now for working at night. What happened? Am I getting old? Or smarter? Did the suits' curse finally found me?