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When I am not conquering the treacherous Himalayan peaks in my rocket-powered race car π, all while single-handedly cracking the enigma of cold fusion to secure the coveted Nodel Prize, I am back index engaging in the noble task of elucidating complex social concepts to my precocious toddler πΆ at the ungodly hour of 3 o'clock β° in the morning. And, after a small but effective bribery-based diplomacy, I successfully convince my little one that 3 AM is indeed the designated sleepy-sleepy time.
But do you think I then drift off into the land of dreams? Of course not π! I am right back in front of my computer; because, as it turns out, sleep is overrated for a versatile polymath like me π.
If you are curious about the rest of this thrilling tale, do not hesitate to reach out to uncover the grand epic that is my everyday life π!