Some more luminous thoughts on sleep

I used to be a night person. A crawler of the mundo de la noche, a breather of the yoru kuukis. However, as cool as I always thought that made me, all artistic and sleepless and stuff, I am finding that I have the most energy, vigor, and inspiration in the morning. That is, AFTER I have managed to creep out from under the spell of the absolute and all-encompassing desire to go back to sleep.
This is my theory, for all you people who have lost your zest for life: Waking up early equals VITALITY. Um, waking up early and...managing to stay awake.
Or, for those who are not able to wake up early, I find that jumping out of bed and putting your hand to as many tiny tasks as possible right in the early morning is a good start. I used to love to be sluggish and crawl back in bed for any spare fifteen minutes that I had until lunch time, but that usually keeps me on a sluggish wavelength all day, which is not very condusive to maximizing, being a professional, and even just plain getting anything at all done. It's the sort of lifestyle that finds me still wearing my pajama pants at dinner time, my room a constant mess, and five half-empty cups of cold coffee sitting on various perches around the house (and yes, I must admit, they ARE my cups, and they are quite yucky to look at).
So although I still indulge in a sluggish morning now and then (since sluggishness is a difficult habit to get rid of. Not as easy as getting rid of a slug with a bit of salt...) I am trying to jump out of bed with my resolve in a fist and a song in my soul.
Join me, non-morning people, in this self-bludgeon of morning-ness. I wouldn't feel so bad if I knew that I wasn't the only one who silently and creepily smiles at everyone in the morning because she hasn't peeled her mouth open yet (lubricated it with coffee and stretched it with a few good yawns), and the only one who thinks messed up hair and WILD bangs is a cool and cozy look for morning devotions. Is there anyone else that yawns ALL the way through reading out loud during devotions? Cause no one else in my home does, and I yawn like every other sentence. This is quite vexatious.
Look out, Lethargy. I hope to one day be a mighty morning mushi.