Alright.  I admit it.  All these years of killing brain cells has finally caught up with me.  Only instead of the frying egg sensation, I think it was more of a pouring of thick black gooeyness over my brain and now, at 31, I have to try and think through the La Brea tar pit that is my brain.

I’ve stumbled upon a brain power test where you run through a couple exercises and it tells you the actual performance age of your brain. The hardest part is the fact it combines images with words and I guess that pulls at two different sides of your brain.  Apparently I have a river of black tar blocking the connection between the two.  The first time I did it I discovered my brain was 65.  Oh my fracking god.

Try for yourself and let me know what you are.  Today with a little more coffee, better sleep, and some more familiarity with the test, I scored an age of 39.  Getting closer.