I am so much dumber than I was 10 years ago. When I was moving to my new house (!) I found old college journals and papers, and one of the papers I couldn't even believe I was ever smart enough to write. But now my brain is dying, and it will keep dying and dying and dying, and so will my body, and in another handful of decades (god willing) I'll be completely dead and I guess it won't matter so I guess it's not really a problem. So I guess I feel better now? Hmm.
One time a little bit ago, I got really retardedly happy for a spell, and my vocabulary picked up a lot and my spoken and written sentence structures got more complex. Then when the extreme happiness wore off I got dumb again. As you can plainly see by that last brilliant, complicated, nuanced sentence.
So I should get retardedly happy again and stay that way forever. That was awesome. Although even when I was retardedly happy I still said 'awesome' way too much.
