It looks like I’ve given myself until 2:22 AM to do fun things such as blog, write, read, and Be. What shall I do?

Aamina sounds a lot like the Goddess that’s worshiped in the sequel book I’m perusing.

I probably shouldn’t read because that’ll keep me up. There’s nothing of note to write in my paper journal. I just went to work, napped, texted my fbf, and binged Princess Weiyoung into the wee hours of the night.

Now here we are, relatively guilt free of staying up although I might suffer at work tomorrow. Who knows what the future brings?

I am a rabbit and so I continue to make wishes for my loved ones and for myself. I sincerely hope that the miracle ones come true. I’ll have to take steps back, meditate on my flow, protect my energy, and act with purpose.

Hopefully I can gain control over my insomnia, but for now— I’ll write gibberish.

Good night