It's an odd feeling, is't not, having slept during the day only to wake up when other people are customarily just about to hit the hay? (Not the case in my house, unfortunately - my mother is an inveterate night-owl.) You feel as though you're somehow exempt from the rules that apply to normal, boring, diurnal people. Apart from feeling as though you've been sleeping with an Arab's toe in your mouth (that's actually not too bad: they have very strict washing rituals over there), there's also the compulsion to wear less clothing than you usually would. Plus, you get to legitimately ask the people who failed to wake you for dinner to reheat whatever it is they had, just by eliciting their sympathy. Look muzzy and slightly pathetic, like a zombie that's only just been reanimated (or something similar) and they'll be putty in your hands. PUTTY, I SAY! Is it any wonder that vampires are nocturnal? Yeah, didn't think o' that one before, didja?

Oh, yeah: I also came across this interactive 'choose your own adventure' type series on YouTube. Check it out: 's quite fun. In fact, it's often funnier to fail than it is to succeed - there's something about a last, desperate charge that stirs my spirit, I don't know... perhaps a calling to my ancient warrior bloodline... on collect...

The Time Machine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8rJ1WML60Y&feature=channel