Yes, I have taken a lot of drugs in my time, and precious few were because I was actually sick. More drugs made me sick than made me well, and I will do it again, once I remember where I put them. That is the problem. If I didn't have so many holes in my brain from doing drugs, then I wouldn't see the need to stop doing them, because really, I don't give a shit. But I like thinking, and I remember a time when I was sharp and fast, my brain was a lightning lit up laptop, and nothing got past me. I had the best brain in the world, to start with anyway, and then it was like I dropped it on the floor. It is slow now. I take for-fucking-ever to load, and sometimes ideas are like huge files that are too big for me and my connection just times out. Specified server not found. I am a pathetic shadow of my pre-pharmaceutical intellectual self.

Sometimes I grieve for the adult I could have been with the depth and capacity for information and unconventional, original thought I once had, but mostly I forget to. Oh well.

What was I talking about?