I first developed a taste for late nights in college. It wasn't an aversion to sleeping, in fact I loved the sport as only a true sleeping enthusiast could ever consider it a sport. My late nights were not born from debauchery where time seemed to be an elusive concept only measured by the coming of the dalight marking the scattered debris of the night's festivities, though I have had my share of those.
My interest in going without sleep comes from somewhere else. Going to bed always seems so anti- climactic way to end productive days especially ones where I get my second wind around the time most people are deep in the warm confines of REM sleep. Seeing the sun rise after an exhaustive and thoroughly busy evening is a joy reserved for those that know the stultifying effects of sleepness nights and the beauty of baggy, bloodshot eyes.