I hate my brain. Strong words, I know, but it is the only way to say it. My brain is constantly telling me that I am young man. Not like 18 years old or anything, that would be a total nightmare. More like early 30's. The problem lies in the fact that when I let my brain tell me I can still do the things I used to when I was that age, my body immediately signals me that this is not the case. On occasion it even reminds me for many days.
I am ready. Plug me in, mate.