Think, thinking, thought, thinks, thunk, what?

So begins the writing of something every day.

As I’m falling asleep every night, I’m always thinking. It’s not something I do on purpose, just something that sort of happens. And unfortunately it seems that I do my best thinking in the wee hours of the morning when I’m too exhausted to care. And for the most part, that becomes my downfall, since I refuse to get up and write anything down. I wake up in the morning and eventually realise that I had thought of something super keen and insightful, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what specifically it was. It drives me insane, because I always remember thinking it was marvelous when I come up with it.

Although half the time when I do write it down, I look at it in the morning and don’t understand what was so neat about it. So it could all be in my head. Maybe mundane things seem super keen when I’m exhausted.

Then there’s the times when I don’t understand what I meant at all. I write down one or two words thinking, “I’ll know what I meant by it in the morning,” and I don’t have a clue.

I wonder how many times I wrote the word “think” or some form of it here… Hooray for the lack of thesaurus use.

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