As the title preludes, I had something signifigantly insignifigant happen to me when I woke up this morning. While I was in that half-in half-out quasi-dreamlike state before you relize that you are awake and no amount of protest will change it otherwise, Two things came to mind that I remember. First....Four. The number four was of some great importance to me. I will go into what I think was my thought process from here "Eight 'o clock? But Eight is four hours away from Twelve 'o clock. Twelve is noon. Subtract Four from Twelve and you get Eight. Subtract Four again from Eight and you get Four. Four in the morning. Twelve in the afternoon..." Something to that ilk. Now even by my standards that was something very weird, possibly even granting the term Queer. Granted I'm using the term to describe something extreamly off-beat. Now besides that, I have been trying to come up with something of a Haiku lately and somewhere in my subconcious I am apparently playing with the Ideas of A Rose Growing On A Dead Tree. Somehow in my early laws-of-physics-forgotten wandering thoughts I figured it out, but now all is lost. I cant put a damn stanza toghether to save my ass right now.
So that is what has been going on in my brain today. Trying to figure out my lost thought patterns at waking. But what I did figure out was that I need a cup of coffee like no other. And I got it.

Well, thanks for "listening" to my rant about my ravings of early morning non-coffeeness. Hope I didnt bore you into a comatose. Peace.