I’ve always told people that I’m a night person, and it’s true.  I never truly begin to function before 3 p.m., and even then it is questionable.  I mean, why would anyone prefer day over night?  Sure, there is the sun, but other then that, why bother?  Night is so quiet, peaceful, serene (crap, I am sounding like a thesaurus now).  But, you can actually get time where your cell phone isn’t constantly ringing and the daily hustle and bustle is eliminated or at least reduced.  There is time you can take for yourself, why waste it by sleeping?  At night a person can actually concentrate, and think while everyone else is dead to the world.  I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the greatest philosophers and inventors were insomniacs.  Who else would take advantage of the many benefits of this silent expanse of emptiness, this stretch of time where you can be completely alone in a house full of people?  You can be unnoticed, your present state of being completely uncared about by people who are happily drifting in the never-ending sea of dreams.  This is when you are totally and utterly free.