Early morning ponderings...

[riotheclown]

I love the first few minutes upon waking when I am languid in the soup of ideas and thoughts and images.

I woke up this morning and this is the thought: I wonder if this is how evil geniouses feel when they first wake up?

I mean, before he even knows where he is or what his name is, does he just feel like a baby or a kitten? Perhaps he gradually remembers, "oh yeah, Evil Tuesday." and turns more evil as he drinks his first coffee and by the third cup he can't remember any ambiguity at all.

I mean a muffin with the coffee might make a difference...