I curled in bed the other night on top of a two-inch memory foam padded mattress and mused deeply in the darkness.
I envisioned my blog the next day filled with a profound analysis and vision of my life.
But, as my enlightened mind should have predicted, I don't remember more than a fleeting notion of brilliance that surfaced in the final cognizant moments of my sleep-heavy brain.
Now all I can think to write is the perplexing reality that sludge-filled chili cheese burritos from Taco Bell - which I'm convinced are filled with little more than the meat grease left over in the fry pan thickened with low-grade cheese - taste absolutely delicious.
And I want a chocolate doughnut.
