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