As a consequence, my brain has reverted to a more primal, unfiltered state, wherein all manner of absurdity spews forth unbidden and befouls the earth at large.
For example, earlier, I made up a joke. Due to sleep deprivation and excessive use of caffeine-based stimulants, I cracked myself up.
The downside is, this joke only makes sense if you both understand topology and are familiar with astrology. A good appreciation of homophone-based puns in English helps, too.
You have been warned.
Q: When is flatbread no longer flat?
A: When it's made between April 20th and May 20th.
I am truly sorry for the horrible thing I have wrought upon the world.