I'm thinking of a lot of things:
How disgusting green tea is - yet I'm drinking it because "it's good for me."
How that Proactive stuff is a bunch of bullcrap. I told mom not to believe in something endorsed by tone deaf tramps who only got recording contracts because they let the record people slip one up their butt. (I'm using it, but it ain't working. In fact, it's making MORE pimples.)
How badly I need my back scrubbed, hard.
How said I am when I don't hear from Mastertank1.
How good the pictures are on Barry Manilow's MySpace profile.
How badly I need a good, severe tickling.
"What is the name of that fat genius G'olad who figured out how to open all the stargates at once to help defeat the Replicators? And did Baal kill him? Dang, I always miss the end of that episode."
I multi-task when thinking.