I should go to bed

But I don't feel tired. I just got done reading a book and am not too happy about the book. All I can say is the book is very famous and I was hoodwinked. I half-feel like going in to a rant about late-nights and how they are apart of me, but some things are just better kept to one's self.
I read about great people recently and have concluded that they put so much work in to being great, it's not merely a matter of talent. I know I will never be great because I am not prepared to work that hard and I just don't care, and did I forget the talent thing? I just want to retire early to a ranch with a perfect match.
Reading books makes you romantic, what can I say? And I have been a reading machine lately, that's for sure. It intoxicates you in to daydreaming non-stop. I have such a dual personality between a cold logical realist and being a daydreamer. La la la la la la.