Things I learned at 1am

It’s official: I’ve entered into the land of insomnia. There’s no denying it anymore. With my acceptance of this horrible condition comes some ponderings:

1. As I’ve gotten older, I mind less and less being awake in the middle of the night. This has been multiplied tenfold by the fact that I now have an infant. I fear this does not bode well to trying to deal with insomia.

2. Since I do have an infant, and we now go to bed shortly after 8pm, waking up at 12:30am and turning on the TV to find my favorite shows (Conan, how I’ve missed thee!) makes me dreamingly remember my college days and makes me feel REALLY F-ING OLD.

3. Speaking of TV, some damn good television is on waaaay after I go to bed. For real. Why can’t the funniest, wackiest shows be on at say, 7pm? Hmmm, perhaps there is a correlation between hilarious, drug-referencing, outwardly-liberal late-night shows and the drunk, stoned college kids who make up most of their audience.

I used to be one of them.

So, to sum up, the lesson of tonight (er, this morning) is that not sleeping makes me nostalgic for college and gives me a renewed respect for Conan O’brien and Steve Colbert. I suppose it could be worse.

Now back to the show…

ETA: The quality of late-night TV severely plummets after 2am.  Grrr……..