I want to know why, after a week where I had a hard time waking up every single morning, I was awake at 6:03 a.m. and ready to take on the world?

I mean, sure, I came to my senses about 240 seconds later and rolled back over and went back to sleep, but on Saturday–the one day where I don’t have to wake up early, because the only thing I’m going to have to do for someone today is call my boss at 11:00 and see if I need to come in and babysit stuff at work–why, now, did I wake up like a go-getter?

I don’t even make sense to myself.