Some days I am smarter than others.  I notice that I have days in which my brain's intelligence is that of a teenager.  Other days I am smart.  I think there are two factors causing this.  One is the lovely gift of schizophrenia.  The other is the fact that all four of my overdoses probably caused brain damage.  Some days it's like I can literally feel a block to my brain's processing ability.  It feels as though there is a spirit sitting on top of my head, fucking with it.  If spirits are real, there are actually three factors that could be causing my dumb fuckedness.  Oh well.  I'm still breathing.  I suppose that's the main thing.