The time between waking up and actually being fully awake my brain just wanders about and produces a lot of odd, transient thoughts. It's like wandering through an encampment of homeless ideas. Even those that aren't obviously crazy are disheveled and a bit odd, and most of them are likely to eventually be arrested for vagrancy. They wander about aimlessly, and if for a moment or two they seem to make sense, they soon veer of into incoherence. I wonder if they were always there, unnoticed, or have only recently moved in?
Back in the real world, I heated a can of soup. I still have have quite a few of those. Eating it din't make me feel particularly sane, but it did remind me that I once did, and for now that's enough. I look forward to getting some donuts soon, as they are, when available, part of a routine that suggests rationality is still possible. I doubt they can stop the language from disintegrating though. Even frosted fired dough has its limits.
