I have no thoughts. Well, I have no interesting thoughts. I have gosh-I-wish-it-would-rain-already thoughts. I have don’t-forget-to-get-the-laundry-out-of-the-machines-in-an-hour thoughts. I have I-can’t-tell-if-Sudafed-is-really-helping-me-today thoughts, and I have I’m-going-to-go-to-the-gym-after-work-even-though-I-don’t-feel-like-it-because-I-didn’t-run-this-morning-and-it-might-be-raining-tomorrow-morning-so-I-might-not-run-then-either thoughts.
But that’s all. There are no other thoughts.