My brain is tired. My body is not. I am mentally fatigued, really. This is a side effect of having an over-active imagination. If I'm not careful, I'll convince myself to go into burnout phase, where I won't be able to write for weeks.
Having burned out four times before - ending up hospitalised each time with physical manifestations of mental emo bullshit - I know enough how to get out of it.
First, some good porn. Then, a mindless action flick. Then a really, really sad dog movie. Then Eckhart Tolle. And then meditation. And sleep.
I have three hours. Clock starts now.