This blog is going to be short and sweet because I’m incredibly busy. I’m filling out my Mensa forms, enrolling in Harvard Medical School, joining the Top One Percent Society, and figuring out the cure for heart disease -- and hang nails.  I know, I know, it sounds like a daunting list, but it’s nothing for someone as intelligent as myself. Now before you accuse me of boasting, I have empirical evidence that I’m a genius. Researchers at NASA just announced a new scientific finding: napping actually makes you smarter. From now on you may refer to me as Dr. Gratitude Cocktail Girl MD, Ph.D.

In the past, ignorant co-workers have accused me of being lazy because I dozed off at my desk. But now, since I’m smarter than Einstein, I can correct them and inform them that I wasn’t sleeping, I was building my brainpower. I may even throw in a few big words just to prove my point, like antidisestablishmentarianism and Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. (Okay, the last word is a song title, but if you're smart as I am, you’ll know it’s also in the Oxford English dictionary).

In retrospect, I was never able to study in school, but I was always able to nap, which means, I should have been the valedictorian of my class. I’ll have to look into that in my spare time when I’m not discovering the cure for cancer. I’m grateful I love to nap because that means I’m able to improve my mind, one snooze at a time. Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s 3pm, I need to find an empty office with a couch, lock the door, and increase my intelligence.

That’s why I’m grateful I love to nap.