From an email just now:

I’m making popcorn! It’s 2 A.M. I don’t know why I don’t just go to bed. I think there’s always a refusal to end the day and a refusal to begin the day. It would be better if morning me and evening me cooperated. Because right now I’m thinking, “LIFE IS SO AWESOME. LET’S NEVER HAVE IT END,” but at 9:00 AM or whenever I set my alarm for, I’m going to think, “SLEEP IS THE BEST. I NEVER WANT TO BE AWAKE!”

The real issue might be that there’s there fear of not being able to fall asleep (and thus running around until the moment of true exhaustion) coupled with the early morning blues (best captured in the moaning during the morning shower about my life seemingly going nowhere) that clear away after a few hours. 

There’s probably a series of pills for this problem.