The other day I was thinking

Just kidding, I wasn't. I used that title to attract your attention but half way through writing it I became deeply ashamed of my duplicity and deceit and underhandedness and chose to use this opening sentence to admit my error and apologize. I deeply regret the falsehood that I advertised as truth. Indeed, I did not think the other day, and it passed. The sun rose in the morning, bright as ever, and I greeted it with not a vacuous whisper of a conscious thought. In this state I passed the day, occasionally wiping the drool from my gaping mouth and changing the angle of my empty stare. Once or twice a lumbering particle of dust past through my field of vision and a feeble flicker of awareness almost sparked, but not quite, and though my eyes were poised for action, prepared at the slightest notice to follow the particle as it made its way, my empty head called for no such activity. The silence and echoes of nothing which my mind cultivated in great quantities took up all my time. And the sun waned and the light dimmed. For a moment the sky looked quite beautiful, casting mellow unexpected colors along the western horizon. But I failed to notice this, being that my head was empty of all thought, and the sun sank and the color faded. And just as the day began I found my self in bed, now swallowing the drool instead of letting it trace artful paths down my chin. I closed my eyes and no thought passed between my ears. Then I slept.