[ Jim's hand fumbles in the dark as he tries to find the lamp switch, sleepers in the other room be damned. His hand hits a decorative clock, knocking it off the end table and sending it spinning across the floor with a clatter. He mutters a low 'damn', looking over to Uhura's bedroom in case it woke her, before resuming his search. No lamp this round either, just a handful of old coffee left over in his mug from the morning. He's caused enough collateral damage for now, and he resorts to using the backlight of his phone to illuminate the room instead. No one can criticize him because he tried and that's all that matters. ]

Okay, not work. Then what?

[ he takes a sip from his can, staring curiously over at Bones from over the rim. Jim's own reasons for being up were far less academic; it was disdain at keeping a regular schedule that kept him awake at irregular hours, along with drinking. drinking was a big reason. ]

And I've got a great reason for being up. Maybe I really enjoy early morning talks with my best friend.