Last night, I could not sleep. I had so many bad thoughts about my train ride back from Zurich, having been forced to talk to a woman about things I did not want to talk to, unable to simply say, No! Please leave me alone!; then I was haunted by so many thoughts about my late horse Farina and how I think I could have taken better care of her (at least she got to be 30 years old). I thought and thought and thought, and in between all the thinking, I scratched my itchy skin. 
Bit shattered today.