Elusiveness of mind

Some mornings it feels as if thought is a slow sluggish process. The words, elusive, flit about at the edges of consciousness, almost within grasp and their meanings become evasive, flighty creatures. Not making any full sense just sort of there, in the background, teasing you with their possible meanings. It is almost as if the gears of my brain need a good lubing*before any actual deliberation can be made.

I find that whole process frustrating. I wish I could wake up in the morning, brain ready to crank out intelligent thoughts on demand. Be able to be witty and amusing instead of slow, sluggish and incomprehensible. And, not lose the pieces of sentences, which were there just a moment before, but are now gone, puffs of insights scattered by the wind. [Which is to say, that I had a thought, went to look up a word in the dictionary and now the thought is gone.]

Why my brain finds thinking so difficult is beyond my understanding. Why, when I am not faced with a computer screen or nowhere near an expressive outlet [otherwise known as pen and paper] it will spew off whole sonnets, come up with brilliant notions and discourses but it will freeze up when said outlet is presented, is just plain baffling. I think I am going to go sulk in my cup of coffee until my mind decides to play nice.

*how odd, I am sure this is a word, and yet it does not seem to be in a dictionary.