Here’s how I know the internet gives you brain rot:
I booted my laptop with the sole purpose of hopping on Discord to copy/paste the grocery list for tonight’s homemade pizzas.
Before I made it to Opop’s ingredient-laden message, however, I skimmed the channels; Canadian Olympian international fugitive news? Check. Invader Zim discussion? Check. Meme about pizza? Check.
“Mmm,” I thought, “I could really go for some pizza tonight, I wonder if we should or-”
And it was then that I remembered why I had booted this digital Lament Configuration in the first place.
I’m off to the grocery store.
