7:02 is my record of waking up  after  having gone to bed at 4. I may not be omnipotent like God. Though, my passion for writing keeps me from being in a state of lethargy. Despite my doctor warning me off doing this, I can`t stop. Besides, I don`t want you to run away with the impression that just cause a few bruises I`m not able to jot down some words.  Moreover, my mom`s words still ring in my ears: ¨Get some sleep you naughty kid¨. Even though nothing cushioned the blow, I still could bounce back quick. Not that I enjoy pain, but I want my words to be rung out to you. Though they literally won`t. Besides, I`ll head right back to bed after this. I need my ideas to  get across. May I be kicking against the rules; though I can`t help it. Moreover, carving out a successful career cannot be achieved if I keep lying down in bed. Were I a judge, I`d railroad my friends for being connected so late on Facebook. However, nobody bulldozed me into answering them. It seems as if my body were self-regulating. When I`m down in the dumps I sleep in. Though, when I get hit by a car, I feel livelier than ever. Turning over the events of that night, I remember I went limping over to a nearby Starbucks. The cashier heard my story and felt bad for me. I tried in vain to pay him for an orange juice cause he wouldn`t let me. Anyhow, I`m done with my past. My mom always says "there`s the donkey back at the wheat" every time I rake over it. I still haven`t forgotten about my dream of rewinding my life back to the past. It seems as if my head is more sore than my instep. Everyone tells me that I`m dreaming on. Nonetheless, no wish is too crazy for me. Let`s see who laughs last after I get the time travel problem cracked. I don`t care if it takes me the rest of my life to figure it out; or worse if I have to become a physicist. Not only do I wan to make up for the lost time, but I also wanna achieve every goal I`ve thought of. For some time, I though people were leading me up the garden path when they told anything is possible. Now though, I do believe it. Besides, I don`t wanna be in a dead heat. Being the best means wanting to succeed as much as you want to breathe. I`m sick of reliving the horror of my past events in my dreams. It`s time to kick some ass. Next time I go through triage, I`ll be the one examining the doc. Before I die, I hope to carve on a tree my greatest success; or  I'd like be bombarded with a volley of questions by paparazzi about some breakthrough I make. On the other hand, It breaks me up how much time I've wasted worrying about the what ifs. I gotta break with the past. It's time to keep my wit around me and start moving on. Be that is it may, It won't be easy. Every strand of my future plan will have to be fundamental. There is no time in  letting anybody leading me from the front anymore.

I won't let my missionary zeal diminish. Even if I have to burn the candle at both ends to get what I want. My body won't burn out as long as I seek to reach my goals. There's no point over bearing disquiet about what might happen to me. Anyhow, this nonsensical bombast has gone on for too long. I'm off. Lastly I'd say I don't want my posts to be few and far between. OK time to go I've got hiccups. Not wanting to add any more redundant words, I hope my work gets hyped up one day. PS. I still wanna localize the SOB's car.