Nocturnal Confessions Part One

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I love the night, I admit it. I am happiest in an abandoned street at 4 am with no one stirring for miles. DO you ?

― Mike Hanle y, Thursday, 15 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

i stir my flesh pot at 3am

― Geoff, Thursday, 15 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I am a nocturnal BEAST too, daytime = rubbish.

― DG, Thursday, 15 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Maybe I should give up my pretense at diurnal hours, and then I won't spend any more nights tossing and turning at 2am with my head whirring so full of thoughts, my brain like a gerbil throwing itself against the cage of my skull. I am happiest curled in a cozy ball with a laptop or a sketchbook and latenite telly for company.

― Ugly Wife, Friday, 16 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I went to bed at 11 pm yesterday but usually i am also a master of the night .

― anthony, Friday, 16 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

of course my better half has been known to hit the sack around 9 pm.

― Mike Hanle y, Friday, 16 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Night is good. They can't see me.

― Ally C, Friday, 16 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I get up in the late afternoon since at the moment I am a woman of leisure, and then spend the night out and about, socialising and so forth. I dislike direct sunlight you know. so harsh and unflattering

― Menelaus Darcy, Friday, 16 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

well david is in bed at 9 . Which is why i need the barrista .

― anthony, Friday, 16 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Maybe you should just drink less coffee Anthony.

― Samantha, Friday, 16 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I was up to 5 last night, even though I wanted to be asleep by 1. Maybe I should take up a diet of alcohol and pain killers to solve it.

― Mr Noodles, Friday, 16 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

ha! anthony supercaffeine fuck!

― Mike Hanle y, Friday, 16 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Oh I am an owl supreme. I love, love, love it! It's only been in recent years that I've finally disciplined myself into going to bed any time before midnight. My idea of being perfectly content is long distance highway driving, alone in a quietly aerodynamic car, at 2:30 am, no evidence of any distant pairs of red lights or twin winkings of white in either direction, with the stereo volume up just enough - the balance adjusted so as to converge perfectly on the drivers seat, surrounded by incredible music - scatter vison seeing the dotted line continually disappearing under the dead centre of the downsloping hood.

― Kim, Friday, 16 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I too am often nocturnal. I tried to sort this out by staying up a day and a half and then going to bed at a normal time but then I slept for fifteen hours, right through my alarm clock, and woke up six hours ago. Oops. And now I have free internet access between 6pm and 8am, it's all the more tempting to go to bed at 8am (unfortunately, I really *am* this sad).

I often think things look way prettier and I feel more alive at 4am, but when you've been sleeping through daylight for a month or so it's beautiful to get back on track and get out into the daylight at 11am without feeling absolutely knackered.

Wandering aimlessly round Oxford in the middle of the night was great. I can't really do that here. I'm sure I shouldn't be scared of getting mugged here and not have considered it even remotely possible in Oxford, but that's the way it feels. I miss my house near where St Giles split, I could go to the post office postbox at night or walk up Banbury Rd through Summertown and cut across to Woodstock Rd and walk back at 2am for no apparent reason.

― Rebecca, Friday, 16 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

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