My name is Brain.

For now, I'll leave you with one post while you eat a piece of white bread toast.

It's a task that only the strongest may endeavor.
FIRST

PUT TOAST IN MOUTH

SECOND

CHEW SLOWLY SO THE GRANULATED BITS OF BLACK CRUNCH LIKE DIRT

THIRD

SMILE AT THE PERSON NEXT TO YOU

FOURTH

EAT THEIR HAPPINESS WITH YOUR SUPER POROUS BREAD LEECHING ABILITY

like that? That's how intense breakfast should be. Guaranteed to wake up even the most lethargic of the Sleepies.

Sleepies are what control your sleep cycle. They are actually teeny tiny ants that read dragon tales and wear lipstick to battle the Wakies in your mind.

SIDE NOTE:

Wakies are the white fuzzies that fly off of dandelions. Just in brain form.

This battle turns over night and day respectively. Surrendering to one side leads to abnormal behavior. You need that natural balance of violence that lives deep down under one of those brain wrinkles.

Eventually they will adapt the use of neurons to create a cavalry but this just speeds up the process of your death.

Yes, this epic war will eventually lead to your death. When neither side is able to continue the expel a toxin that shuts off your parts of your brain until your body is an immobile hunk of meat.

Treat the Wakies and the Sleepies well and you will have the most important aspect of time under your control.

A good time.