I can't believe I'm noding. Hah! But I'm not, am I?
It's once again dawning on me with a hint of bitter sweetness and much excrutiating pain that my abilities, sophistication, and any token of a claim to fame are fast diminishing.
Fatigue like I've never experienced before knocks me out at the end of my work day and I can seldom do anything to feel good about myself without nodding off. It simply feels much more convenient to be passive and complacently accept that I've done enough to survive for the day.
Funnily enough, I still feel like the illuminati when compared to some members of the human race I meet daily. Panic shall ensue when this feeling ceases.