My brain is like a little puppy with its unproductive impulses. It's always like, “Can we do this? Can we do that? Niiiik, can I get some drugs? Nikhil, hook me up with some candy! Yooo, let me hump that leg! But first, a nap!!!

There is some notion of a self that feels distinct from my brain. It's the guy who understands how I am to behave in society, how to at least attempt to accomplish my goals. But my brain is an overeager Shih Tzu who hates bathing, loves sleeping, and is most satisfied when he has accomplished nothing all day.