The problem with living with a programmer:
My bedtime: 11 to midnight, latest.
His bedtime: 2 or 3am, sometimes even later if he gets going on a tough code. Once, he climbed into bed at 3:30 am, barely coherent, because he had coded himself into exhaustion
I couldn't even begin to decipher what he was mumbling to himself as he burrowed under the covers.
I usually can sleep though anything, but I've been on an awful insomnia kick for the last week. I can usually ignore light coming from the living room, or soft tv/computer noises, but I've become sensitive to it. He tries his best, but I think I just have inhumanly sensitive ears when I am stressed. I think I slept four hours last night due to the light being on in the other room, my dog being a loud dreamer, and the cat deciding to keep putting her butt in my face until he finally displaced her at about 2am