The mail man passes me a large package and asks, 'wow, did I just get you out of bed? You still have your make-up on!'
I manage '... yeah. Was up until 2am!' Then it occurs to me that it looks like I'm waking up with a hang-over after an all-night bender on a weeknight. He must be judging the hell out of me.
I wonder if I should explain that I wasn't up all night partying and drinking, but was instead staying up, glued to my computer screen until 2am so I could pre-order some super important collectibles that are going to be at San Diego Comic Con and if I didn't stay up I'd miss out!
It then dawns on me that to most people; being on an all-night bender on a week night instead and waking up hung over is a lot more understandable and less sad than of staying up just to pre-order Convention merchandise. I don't understand those people.