The wind roared ferociously through the night, rattling everything in its path. At 3:00 a.m., the intensity reached a point where I felt like I was on a freight train journey. After enduring another night of tossing and turning, waking up as the exact alter-ego of Karl Pilkington was a shocker. I was in a quandary. Was it a part of a nightmare, or was I truly transforming into an old, hysterical geezer? I hadn't expected this at all. While I enjoy watching his shows, particularly "Idiot Abroad", discovering his grumpiness within me was rather terrifying. Fortunately, the early morning breakfast brought a smile on my face, and by the end of the much-needed liquid black gold, the thick grey maze sojourning in my mind vanished into thin air. The rest of the day proved to be highly productive. I experimented with prompt writing again and could come up with some useful ones. Crafting three essays, completing my homework, and outlining my upcoming lessons, I was on cloud nine, ...