First thing I think of when I wake up? I get out of bed and thank god for making me white. After that I put off my silk house coat and get my man slave, Omar, to fetch me my breakfast. After breakfast it's off to the coton fields to make sure production goes as planned... (don't kill me, this is a joke)
But seriously. A person's race doesn't matter. It has nothing to do with the way they think. Least of all in the morning. I think it's safe to say that the fist thought on every guy's mind, regardless of race, is: "Damn monring wood..."