John "The Gneech" Robey (the_gneech) wrote,
John "The Gneech" Robey
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Yay, Ceiling Tiles. One, Two, Three, Four...

I was up until entirely too late last night, and then when I finally went to bed, I found myself staring at the ceiling for long stretches of time. I don't know what was the deal, my brain just wouldn't shut down. I wasn't thinking about anything in particular, it was just a sort of neverending chatter, like having my brain's equivalent of CNN Headline News switching topics every eight minutes. Gradually, the fitful moments of sleep got longer and the long stretches of ceiling tiles got shorter, until suddenly the radio was nattering in my ear and it was morning.

I feel okay this morning, not dead-eye tired as might be expected, but strangely vapid ... it's sorta like that chattery part of my brain that comes up with Fictionlets and would have all sorts of commentary on watching Full Metal Alchemist and finishing The Bard's Tale (which both happened this weekend) just isn't connected. Or is only partially connected. It was connected enough to write this post about how unconnected it is, anyway.

We'll see how the day goes on; either my brain will engage, I'll start falling asleep at my desk, or I'll just keep floating on a cloud of vagueness, I suppose.

I think some bottled frappuccino is in order, in any case!

-The Gneech

PS: Strictly speaking, my bedroom ceiling doesn't have tiles, just plaster. But you get the idea.
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