No Intelligence

I did what I did for Charlie, but in changing what I was, I sacrificed a lot of my intelligence. I became a rat who was more in tune with his baser instincts. I knew it would be this way. I guess I rather craved the fun the lack of intelligence would bring. But now I am finding it hard to concentrate.

I don't think there is much I can do about this. I'm barely even able to function anymore. I've been shot in the face so many times that I barely have enough brain matter left to even keep this world together. I don't know what to do. But one thing is for certain. Something really bad is about to happen. I don't know what it is, but it's going to happen.

Back when I was human and a goat, I could have dealt with this problem. It would have been tough, but I would have muddled through. But I can barely even write this blog right now. I can't even tell if everything is spelled right. How am I going to deal with this? What will it mean if I lose? Should I just give up?

I tried to call my imaginary friend Risto to help me. I may be putting him in danger too. I'm putting all my friends in danger. Even my wife. Leeto, who I just found out was my son, is in danger.

Doesn't anybody feel it? Doesn't anybody see what's happening? Buddy is about to lose. He's about to lose everything. I'm about to lose everything. Help. Somebody help me. I don't want to become irrelevant. Please don't let all the things that I have done lose their meaning.

What's the point in living in a world that has no meaning?

Help.