My days are split into two modes: disorder and heaven. Both remain a mystery I wrestle to understand. Each day is spent in battle with what I’m told is the proper way to live.
Some research shows that it can help exercise performance by 11-12%. I need all the dopamine and energy I can get. Motivating myself to wake up and do squats requires a level of ambition that I, unfortunately, do not posses.
It’s 4 AM, and I’ve been writing for almost five hours now. Its been a long time since I’ve felt the desire to write for this long. I feel creative, I feel inspired, and despite the lack of sleep, I think I’ll continue writing.