Just a Thing I Want to Remember

So you know those jokes that start with “sits bolt upright in bed, and declares—” type?

That literally happened to me at 4 am this morning, with the thought, “LET’S GIVE A SHOUT-OUT TO LEONARD NIMOY CONVINCINGLY LOOKING LIKE HE WAS GOOGLING THINGS FOR TWENTY YEARS WHEN REALLY HE WAS JUST TWEAKING COLORED GLASS BEADS!”

I then plopped back down and went back to sleep.