Last night I laid awake in bed until well into the wee hours of the night. Serenaded by the wheezing of my sound asleep wife. So I figured that I would no longer try and fight the wandering of my mind. Which by this point was meandering like butterfly flight. That got me thinking,
WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING!
I mean I was everywhere I was 10 again, then I was skydiving, then I was thinking MUST SLEEP MUST SLEEP. Strait into 20 minutes about painting my landlords apartment. Which by the way I am not doing, but I spent a lot of time thinking about it. Then it happened.
I woke up this morning. I got dumped from the ride and didn't even know it.
My brain concerns itself.