I dare not say

If it where not for coffee, I would only be half as intelligent as I appear. It's a struggle to understand my own mental capacity; it's about as dexterous as a Willow's leafy tendrils. From somewhere deep, dark, and dank, is my determination to explode onto the academic scene. I picture them to scoff at my fashionably late entrance. "Who's this nobody?" the other scientist would ask, with an pompous air about their abnormally large heads. 

Exactly that, I am nobody. I know nothing and I have done nothing. I'm just a nobody who dreamily wishes to be more than a speck of dust in the cosmic scheme of things. All the while my three pound mass was in a state of lucid delusion, I contrived a notion of grandeur. With the Milky Way as the backdrop, I peeled away reality's curtain to reveal the consequence of my resolution. 

So, I had to swim out of the fog of doubt and come crashing mouth first into the sandy shore. It was a difficult recovery and I'm still metabolizing that half ounce of THC I assimilated in one day. Sloth is so unbecoming and I must endeavor to relinquish such a horrid trait. Among these other task at hand, the most prominent ordeal is to capture the attention of a demigod.