I never seem to get to bed at a 'reasonable time' when I have to.
After midnight seems to trigger something in my brain of "ooh, now's a good time to think about the awful problems your friends are going through and how you can support them, and don't forget your own emotional confusion...actually let's throw in some positivity for plans for the coming year. oh and don't forget a sudden interest in shit websites/tv.
I fucking LOVE my bed and sleep and yet seem so opposed to it without thinking on an evening.
Being rubbish at going to bed - pretty daft?