It's 3:30 AM and I'm awake.   Not a fucking happy camper either.    No, it's not because I stayed up all night.  Quite the contrary, actually.  I went to bed early last night (10-ish) to shave off some of those hours on my sleep debt, you know and where does this lead me.    Total and utter body betrayal.   I have tried my best to guard myself from falling into that same old summer season trap that I usually fling myself into, the one where I sleep all day and stay up all night, but come on.  Is it really that inevitable?   And don't…