You are getting veeery sleepy. No? Oh, well, maybe it's just me

Not since the third grade have I gone to bed with such enthusiasm so early.

"It's 9! It's OK to put on my pajamas! Yes! Then I can go to bed! Maybe I'll be asleep by 10! This is incredible!"

Yes, I often think to myself in exclamatory phrases. I do!

But sometime within the last two weeks, I've been waking up every morning at 6:45, and I'm just done sleeping. Like, "Oh, that's it. I'm done. Whew! Glad that's over."

I'm like my grandpa. "Sun's up! Let's go mow." (Only I do not mow. That was part of the prenup I should've made him sign. "No mowing. No watching wrestling on TV. Must get me soft pretzels and cheese when I ask.")

And I could stop this weird, funky cycle if only I could keep my eyes open past 10 p.m.

It's not as if I were having problems sleeping. It's more the dreams. In one, I dreamt it was suddenly Country USA time and everyone was asking me "What should we do? Didn't you think about this?" and I was scrambling going "No! No! It's not time! You guys are wrong!" In another, I was at the prom. And nothing happened. I was just there. You know, promming. Or I relive boring moments of my life, like a math class I had in 2001. Seriously.

I can't even have cool dreams filled with hot actors or crazy scenarios. Just weird ones that make me want to get up. But here I go, getting ready to go to bed, and it's not even dark outside.

Yes. This is my life. Exactly as boring as I'll be dreaming it in five years. Sigh.