Entirely too true. I've acknowledged my bodies inability to handle successive all-nighters without incurring the wrath of a splitting headache, and adjusted my

Entirely too true. I've acknowledged my bodies inability to handle successive all-nighters without incurring the wrath of a splitting headache, and adjusted my behavior to appease it. And adjusted my (overall) eating habits to minimize heartburn (not an easy feat, given the type of Italian cooking I grew up around). But so far, my mind has refused to cede authority over my once-in-a-blue-moon Waffle House trips to my body's newfound limitations. It's definitely a battle that's going to be lost soon, but not quite yet.