Imagine if you will, a house with an 11 month-old baby. Imagine that this sweet baby falls asleep around 8:00 in the evening.
Fast forward to approximately midnight, when this baby's parents have decided that they can no longer keep their eyes open, and must go to bed. As they finish picking up downstairs the unthinkable happens.
The sweet baby wakes up.
He's still sweet. Adorable, even. But he is also well-rested, and thus at an advantage against his weary parents. Desperate to play on the floor where he can walk around and get into all sorts of trouble, the sweet baby will no longer accept attempts to cuddle him back to sleep. With supreme effort, the sweet baby wriggles his way free of his parents' grasps and makes his break for freedom! Unable to compete with the boundless energy of youth, the groggy parents accept their doomed fate and resolve to continue staying up past the point where any sane person would have turned in, college students excepted.
The sweet baby plays hard, until his frantic efforts of running around in circles finally exhausts him. At 2:00 AM the exhausted parents are finally able to lay him down in his crib, where he slumbers...
Until 7:00 AM when he is hungry.
The scene I have painted above is not fiction. You have not entered The Twilight Zone. It is real.
I'm am so goddamn tired, it isn't even funny. Looks like I'm running off of energy drinks today!
End of Demented Rambling.
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