Pre-dawn Ramblings

It's 5:08 a.m. An ungodly hour. I've been up since three. Chalk it up to child #3 waking me at 2:00, and then child #4 waking me at 3:00. Becuase child #4 refused to go back to sleep, and because he's too young to reason with, at 4:00 I said "F*** it" and came out to my computer, with #4 in tow.
But even if I wasn't blaming my current sleepless and tired condition on rugrats, it's the curse of a writer. I can sometimes come into a half-awake state, when ordinary people might punch their pillow, roll over and go back into deep sleep, only to find my brain is already in mid-thought of a scene and sleep is impossible. I've gone to bed, only to get up again because my brain won't shut down. And the fact that it's been ten years since I had to work a nine-to-five job means I frequently sleep when I'm tired and write when the spirit moves me, day or night, because I don't have to follow the patterns of most of the rest of the world. Though of course the rugrats' sleeping schedules play into it. Still, as a writer, pre-dawn ramblings are pretty common.
I could really use some coffee.
So I wonder if Dunkin Donuts is open yet. I think #4 and I are about to take a drive in search of a good cup of java.