Sleep Deprivation

Sleep (or lack-there-of) is peculiar. I find that I can function (relatively) well on four to five hours of uninterrupted slumber on a nightly basis. It's simply that I am much happier accomplishing the shit that I've neglected to do during the day in the middle of the night. Perhaps, it is such that I am undisturbed. Alone. My phone is silent, my light is dimmed, my mind is weary (though entirely aware), my mouth is shut, and my stream of consciousness is free to ramble and roam is at sees fit.



Recently, I have fallen in love with This I Believe all over again. I am in the preliminary stages of fashioning a personal account of my belief. Sounds easy enough, eh? Easy, insofar as I have been staring at this naked page for an hour and a half. Where does one begin? We all have beliefs, or so we claim. Challenge yourself to compact one belief into a concise, thoughtful, intellectually-stimulating cluster of words and I assure you that the aforementioned notion of ease is no longer applicable.

On a lighter note, this made my evening.