I outright spaced my daily update whilst cleaning code in a kind gesture to my Future Self, that he might one day understand what the hell Past Self was doing. This bookkeeping appeals to the realm of mind known as Anal Retentia, a pleasant destination away from the hair-pulling (now not-so) secretly going on as I attempt to grasp the staggering consequences of online game scripting. Should I be concerned that I love my visits to this obsessive place? Indeed.
Speaking of mind realms, I often hear laments about the areas in life where one feels particularly vulnerable to loss of control -- a control "blind spot," if you will -- and was reminded of my own particular vulnerability to "not going to bed."
This is not an issue of insomnia, mind you -- my heart goes out to the insomniacs that justifiably ignore my woes -- but rather an outright dislike of halting pursuits for something as petty as sleep. It never occurs to me that I'm less likely to observe or retain input, and awake more poorly prepared to enjoy it the next day; I just resent not being able to go on forever.