I was doing that thinking thing this morning after I woke up. You know that type of thinking, right? It’s after you wake up…when you plan out your day…plot your revenge…put off going to the bathroom…and you’re happy about this or sad about that.

Anyhow, I had this thought: It’s a good thing breathing is an unconscious act…because my mind is so damn busy thinking these things…and feeling sorry myself…that I’d forget to do it. (And then I would die.)