Meet the atlantean's wrath

Whoa, I am so incredibly tired, even something as simple as batting my eyelids is painful right now. Honestly, I must have slept a total of eight hours in two nights. I initially wanted to spend the evening watching DVDs or "Apocalypto" that I recorded last Saturday, but it can wait and right now I can't think of anything more appealing than a bed (especially my own since it presents the characteristic of being full of plushes :p).
So why am I here, still typing on the internet you could ask? I have no idea.
One of the stupid childish habits that I can't seem to be able to dump is the incapability to go to bed unless I'm literally falling asleep. And even if I really DO enjoy sleeping and just simply resting in a bed, I have the strong feeling that I've not fully benefited of the present day if I go to bed early.
Stupid, eh?

Bizarro No.1: "The secret son?...I'll tell you! It's sheer, colossal...super-stupidity!!"