I can't get to sleep, I think about the implications...

I woke at 5am this morning with a joke about the 1916 rising rattling about my skull.

Foolishly I began mulling it over, trying to figure out how best to structure it and what other, (very loosely) related gags, I could add to it.

I came up with a few ideas but, as it always the case when convinced I've struck comedy gold mid-slumber, nothing that seemed as impressive in the cold light of day with a cup of coffee inside me.

So, all in all, a bit of a double whammy - not only was I left with nothing of substance to show for it, all the thinking, mulling, considering and structuring succeeded in getting my brain in gear just enough to prevent me falling back asleep.

Pah!

All I really remember is thinking something about a Bruce Springsteen album for some reason - and then discarding it for being too feeble or obscure (or both).

[Edit: Just to clarify, it was the joke referencing the 1916 rising and a Bruce Springsteen album that was too feeble and/or obscure - not the content of the album.]