The secret of how I am going to be a genius

I'd like to be remembered as a genius, or at least someone with an exceptional intellect (it's another matter that I may not possess one). So, it stands to reason that I have to achieve something in my lifetime that will give people a reason to think so about me. Of late, however, I'm more and more vulnerable to the charms of Morpheus, who insists on giving me company no matter where I am, what I am doing, but his presence is not utterly devoid of advantages.

I have observed this rather strange phenomenon: when I am doze off while reading something, my mind seems to continue to read the sentence that I nodded off at, but with a difference: it supplies its own words, different from that in the text, so much so that the striking difference and the ill-logic sometimes jars me awake! I believe that this is going to lead me to a stupendous discovery one day.

At least, I like to think so; how else can I explain away sleeping in the office, right at my desk? ;-)