My Inferior Grey Matter

Or "gray" matter, depending on your pronunciation.

Anyhoo, I hate my brain.

I want to sleep:

Then I get an awesome idea:

Then thirty mintues later, I crash:

If I don't write down my idea, I tell myself I'll remember it the next morning:

Yeah, well . . . I usually don't remember.

And then I'm all:

Story of my life.