I stay up late cramming too. It's strange, people always tell you how this is the worst thing you can do, but it works really well for me. Conspiracy? Anyway, I can't sleep, because my mum just had an operation, so my dad has to sleep in the spare room, which is right next to my room. He snored like a dying walrus all last night, thrashed around on a squeaky bed, occasionally coughing and spluttering. I had earplugs; put a pillow over my head, and eventually lugged my duvet into the lounge. I could still hear him, almost as loud. This was at 4:30 in the morning. Eventually I decided I might as well just go back to my room and be comfy; upon entering I saw a huge spider reclining on my sheets. I spent the rest of the night worrying about it crawling onto my face, and how I'd be too tired for science in a couple of hours. By then the sodding seagulls were screeching away right outside my window.