It’s 4am. Waking up in about five hours to take Rebecca to class.
Getting less than 8 hours of sleep in a night is stupid.
For all of my world-weariness, I think I’m pretty naive sometimes.
“Thank you, Jesus, can I have another? / And another? Oh, thank you Lord. / If it pleases Thee to have them bangin’ down the doors, / couldst Thou let ‘em know what they’re in for / ain’t good for You or me or them? Amen.” Punch Brothers - The Blind Leaving the Blind Mvt. 3
