Night Owl... or Insomniac?

I've been yawnin' all day. Can't seem to rub the sleepy-dust out of my eyes, and with good reason: I didn't get much sleep last night.

Went to see a *terrific* production of Last 5 Years last night at the Metro Stage in DC, t'was most excellent, verily. What I never fully realized was that there *is* no dialogue in the entire show. What you hear on the excellent soundtrack is what you experience in a theatre; you're not missing anything, except a handful of 30-second monologues that add little to the story.

Pedro and I went out afterwards for a Guinness and a Stogie, so I didn't get home until roughly 12:30, after the Metro trip home. Of course, my new computer arrived yesterday, so I spent some time setting it up before crashing. Tonight, after rehearsal for Book of Days, I'm going to see about transferring files over from the older computer.

Anyway: the yawning. A friend here at work called me on it, and asked me if I was suffering from insomnia. I shook my head no, and replied that I was just being a night-owl. She asked me what the difference was: "Insomniacs can't sleep. Night-owls choose not to." She made a "Hmm! Good point!" face and went back to her work.

As an experienced dabbler in both night-owlery and insomnia, I feel well-qualified to tell the difference. I much prefer the former. Of course, some nights I have to go for a late walk just to tire myself out enough to get some shut-eye... so it's a line between the two. Not a terribly fine line, but a line none the less. That line is a little fuzzy at the moment, but that's probably just the sleepy-dust talking.