I thought, "there are two small dogs yapping in my kneecaps."
When I pressed the alarm clock button to light the clock face and see the time I noticed how soothing the pattern of the adjacent tissue box was.
A few minutes later I pushed the button to figure out why.
(Because the pattern of leaves is very like decorative Matisse.)
I thought about Abraham Lincoln's melancholy.
I thought about how it's nearly impossible to find a book concerning Abraham Lincoln that doesn't include his picture on the cover, or at least his silhouette. Or hat.
I thought, "those are pearls that were his eyes?"
I thought about trichinosis, more the word than the disease.
I thought I would never remember some of the things I thought so I got up to write them down.
I wondered if Happiness really is the best Revenge.