Someone told me I'm brilliant when I'm grouchy.

Another, much smarter person said I'm grouchy when I'm in pain. And thus, that is assuming both morons are right, I'm brilliant when I'm in pain, soley based on the fact that I am grouchy

If I were to assume these facts as true, my brilliance lies in the fact that I no longer have a thigh muscle in my right leg. Afore mentioned fact leading to Vikidan. And if I were biased and a complete idiot, I would assume my drug induced stupor leads me to be able to save dying people.

But hey, why don't we all share theory's on why I'm brilliant. I admit it is fun. My favorite theory is that I am as God made me. But then, I haven't accounted for the pain and grouch induced brilliance. Let's just go with God is a PMS-y bitch.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a dying patient to save.