So here’s the story, I tossed and turned last night until well after 6am. It was probably the worst case of insomnia I’ve had in a long time. I had a little bit of Coke to drink at 9pm, but I’ve had way more before at even later times and had no problems. I wonder why that was. In any case, I managed to squeeze in a little under 6 hours of sleep. The odd thing is, I don’t feel all that tired right now. That actually concerns me. I should be tired.
Anyways, when I was out and about campus today, I did some thinking. I realized that the world don’t move to the beat of just one drum. What might be right for you, may not be right for some. Everybody’s got a special kind of story, everybody finds a way to shine. It don’t matter that you got not alot, so what? They’ll have theirs, and you’ll have yours, and I’ll have mine. And together we’ll be fine. Because it takes, more than six hours of sleep to move the world. Yes it does.