Considering that my previous nights were beyond belief, accommodating myself to a novel approach to resting might be the sole sane panacea. Restlessly tossing and turning from 3:00-5:00 a.m. as a new habit is the new norm for my wee system. A hooting owl I evolved into. Even my eyes were as wide and colossal as that of a terrified bird of the night. Turning my head 180° backwards is as easy as pie. Joking aside. Despite these nocturnal awake periods, my days are relatively and unexpectedly lively, bringing back the long-eluded mojo. Even though I'm full of beans, taking writing to another level and pivoting towards the CPE and native levels is equal to forcing my wee mind to start its engines and harness its full potential. It is hardly surprising that giving birth to my blog entries requires my grey matter to run like the Shinkansen. However, despite the quickness of a bullet train and my cerebral cortex's capacity, my writing speed significantly slowed. Crafting a sentence at...