over before it started

My learning capacity is about as expansive as a hairline crack. I don't know if it is my creativity or patience that has withered into dust, but something has turned me into a Seus-ian: happy and blissfully ignorant.

It could be worse. I could be a depressed or malicious intellectual.
It must be the lack of sleep, exercise, and the surplus of sugar and sweets.

My three-and-a-half-month-old son has more focus than I do.