This morning, I woke up to the countdown of my intellect. I have little recollection as to what caused the decrease in brain activity, yet can hear quite clearly the ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two - KAPOW countdown of brain cells inside my head. I'm afraid I'll remain in this state forever, brain dead, numb and incapable of real thoughts. or maybe I'm just hungover.
I'm looking around my bedroom now, after finishing a quite satisfying breakfast of scrambled eggs with stir fried vegetables. Everything is blurry and this post is fueled by the complete lack of thoughts in my head. As i type I'm shocked that words are flowing from my empty scull to the screen before me. What the hell. Am I sober? I should be. Its almost 2 in the afternoon, a good 12 hours after I may have been intoxicated. this is impossible. What the hell. I find myself only capable of thoughts in one word, fuck, shit uhhh, damn, soda, yum, bed, warm, fuzzy, tired, decaffeinated, dumb.
Fuck.
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