When I get tired, my mind goes roaming for entertainment. I consider things that really make no sense. Like, for instance, how do you clean soap? Or would a sweater made entirely of dryer lint be completely immune to static electricity?
Sometimes I try to do something relatively serious. Normally it fails because I overlook some minor detail and suddenly I'm totally lost as to why the program I'm writing or the sandwich I'm making suddenly bursts into flames, literally. It's much more of a worry for my neighboring cubicles than me.
Then there are the times I am very introspective and contemplate the complexities of gravitational pull on stationary jars of mayonnaise. Or Miracle Whip. I prefer its tangy zip.
Did I have a point tonight? I think so. It's at the tip of my #2. He doesn't mind, he's a pinhead anyway.