Do you ever wake up in the morning and in that thin veil of sleep begin collecting fragile fragments of thought. Just as you perceive their edges they vanish back into some fuzzy dream state non reality as you start thinking of the things you didn't get done by the time you finally passed out. How perfectly irritating. And then you remember that you bought a bag of jordan almonds at the Milkshake Factory last Friday and that they're still sitting in the outside pocket of the bag you had with you. They would have stayed there in that bag, lonely and stale, without the dappled memory of your sleepy morning thought process. And then you wonder, why are you still in bed? Those almonds aren't gonna eat themselves.