So you stayed up super late playing Doom III, crawled under the covers at 5 a.m., and half an hour later the alarm goes off. Your partner bounds out of bed with the speed of Stupendous Man and the alacrity of Hobbes greeting Calvin when he comes home from school. “Yay!” your partner says. “Morning is here! We can seize the day!” And then you shoot her and go back to sleep. * That’s the perspective I don’t share. Here’s my side: I crawl into bed at 10:30 p.m. and read until I ...