Some people are morning people, but I am not. I am the goblin that guards the realm of night owls. I gave 5 a.m. a chance, and it rejected me. And honestly? I’m okay with that. So, p ass me the coffee -- at noon -- like nature intended. Here is a diary of my week-long experiment: Day 1: Ambition, Meet Reality I set my alarm for 5:00 a.m., laid out my workout clothes, prepped a healthy breakfast, and fell asleep dreaming of being *That* Person—you know, the one who drinks green juice and radiates peace by 6 a.m. Cut to me smacking my alarm like it insulted my entire bloodline, crawling out of bed like a resurrected Victorian child, and sitting in silence with one eye open, holding a banana like I forgot what food is. Workout: Cancelled. Mood: Combative. Did I meditate? No. I stared at my wall and thought about how dang early it was. Day 2: I Don’t Know Who I Am Anymore I tried sunrise stretching. Spoiler: I almost fell fully asleep on the floor and woke up angry. Also, ...