What's the Time, Mr. Wolf?

I'd like to point out that I think my body-clock, nay, my brain, is wired all wrong.

Despite having a tiredness-headache, despite that weird twitchy tired eye thing, despite the coffee machine needing far more attention in the dark-hours, I am still far more productive between the hours of twelve and four AM.

In fiction, this often results in the best of my writing (most of it completely unremembered as I read over it). We shall see, tonight, if this transfers as well to fact-based grammar definitions and the like.