Have you ever had one of those days where no matter how many hours of sleep you got the night before, you're still tired? That would be me, like every day. I could have no sleep or 12 hours of it, and I'd still be equal parts exhausted and tired.

People who tell me, "You can sleep when you die," reserve a special place of resentment in my heart. It's not like I don't try to pull all-nighters and party till the sun comes up like the rest of my peers, but somewhere around the third hour of studying and a little past midnight my eyelids start to gain ten pounds and everywhere starts to look comfortable enough to sleep on.

At this point, I think my friends have come to accept my affair with sleep. That, or they just really want to avoid me when I'm sleep-deprived. It is like taking someone who's hangry, someone who hates being hot (and is always hot), and a two-year-old at Walmart who didn't get the toy they wanted and putting them all in a room together–that would be me when I'm tired.

I guess I should've seen the signs: my mom never had to tell me to take a nap; I told her. And bedtime wasn't a terrorizing experience, it was welcomed and revered. Not much has changed.

There may be some perks to being the ultimate grandma in any situation. If you find any, let me know! But I do know a few of the struggles.

1. I need at least two naps a day to function.

It takes a lot of scheduling mastery to fit those in.

2. I'm pretty sure I'm made up of some percentage of caffeine.

I've actually grown a tolerance to coffee. It now takes two cups and a shot of expresso for me to feel anything.

3. All-nighters are not a thing.

I normally do something called a "most-nighter." It's like an all-nighter, but you take a three-hour nap in the middle of it.

4. One word: cranky.

I just want to take a moment to apologize to all the people who have come into contact with sleep deprived me. I truly am sorry.

5. 8 a.m.s don't work.

Or 9 a.m.s, or 10 a.m.s, or really anything before noon.

6. Wait, you want me to sacrifice sleep for exercise?

Ha. Haha. Hahahaha. Two of my least favorite things in one -- lack of sleep and exercise.

7. I don't know if there is such a thing as a sunrise.

It's been so long, I don't even remember what it looks like. The pictures are pretty, though.

8. McDonald's all-day breakfast was the best and worst thing to happen to me.

I mean, who even eats cheeseburgers at 10:30 in the morning anyway?

9. My beauty routine consists of what I can get done in five minutes.

Yeah, sleep is definitely more important than having matching socks.

A good friend of mine once told me, "Don't miss out on something fun just to sleep." I promise I really did try to live by that motto. But for me, sleep is fun. It's a beautiful time where the rest of the world can take a chill pill, and the big scary things in life don't seem so impossible to overcome. Who knows, maybe one day I'll actually do one of those sunrise hikes. Yeah, I can't stop laughing, either.