It is with mild disdain that I relate to the fact that those moments when the mind is drowsy, such as a just-awoken state or a near-sleepless one, are the most interesting - such as this fleeting, hopeless, reclusive thought that I cooked up today: "Swallowing its pride, the lion swallowed its pride".
Really, how juvenile does a person have to be to think of such phrase-mocking statements as these, even in the most unstable of conditions?
What is probably more disturbing for me is that the thought ferociously stuck even after I was fully awoke. And, well, I had to pretty much swallow my pride in order to post this one.
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