Cough and Proof of Idiocy

I'm improving, but getting occasional coughing fits. You might not have noticed, but I'm having trouble filling up space here. Scroll down. It becomes very obvious. But that's ok because I'm sick, right? And maybe going insane. But according to Colin Corbett (whose judgment I seldom doubt and don't doubt here) "we went insane a long time ago..." or something like that.

I have to get up at 5:45 tomorrow, meaning that I'm slated to get 7.75 hours of sleep if I go to bed now. I also have a physics test tomorrow, but I'm going to get cien por ciento because I know that Δp=mΔv, p=mv, p=Ft, and p=p'. It's amazing how simple physics can be. But what's more amazing is that momentum is conserved (theoretically, that is. It almost never really happens). And even more amazing than that is the fact that all of amazingness of the conservation of momentum can be written as p=p'.

Now moving into a little bit of midnight psychology, you may think that I'm smart because because of that last paragraph. But if you're smart (that is, well-versed in either psychology or physics), then you know that that wasn't necessarily intelligent. In fact! You know that the fact that I wrote that makes me an idiot because why would I write something that could seem so technical but really was so facile, other than to--in the words of Theorian Social Dynamic Theory--"assert their [my] dominance over others..."? Aha!

Now moving into the realm of the metacognitive, where the snobbery of humanists see the proof that they are superior to the rest of the whole world... Why would I write the above writing on the above writing if I wasn't doing exactly what the above writing says I was doing in the writing above the above writing? But then aren't I doing just that in this writing? Aha! So, here you have it. Like the egotistic moron Dean of Admissions at Reed College, I have just given you true proof of my idiocy. And I have used up a great deal of space in the process. And perhaps I have wasted a large portion of your time trying to decipher painfully awfully written sentences too. In any case, the moral of this exercise is twofold. Firstfold and foremost, there is no moral. Secondfold and secondmost, people may spend their whole lives in this rampant idea of the metacognitive and "thinking about thinking about things", but really all that they're doing is randomly firing of neurons and thinking about thinking about things, and then coming to the conclusion that they can't come to any conclusion in the things they're thinking about thinking about. And why? BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT ACTUALLY THINKING ABOUT ANYTHING!!!!!! DUH! What IDIOTS! Think about it (seriously), how can these people manage to get dressed in the morning? So I guess the moral is secondfold, think about something... please.