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…