I don't mind going to bed at 3am. I frequently do that when the Hubby's gone.
I do mind waking up at 3am and not being able to go back to sleep.
However, I have only myself to blame for this, as I went to Starbucks last night for my weekly meeting with my Writing Buddy...and forgot to order my Pumpkin Spice Latte in a frakking decaf. And caffeine has the odd effect of, when it wears off, waking me up. I know this, and I try to stop drinking the stuff around 4pm. Last night I had some cranial flatulence, and so here I sit.
On the plus side, I've gotten some writing done.
In fact, I cracked 20,000 words on the story just now.
Not!Harry's not quite as broken as I thought he'd be. He may yet come out whole (or as whole as he gets) on the other side of this. Maybe.