Once in his room, Grant fell ungainly into his bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. He noted through a comfortable haze that his mind was pretty much gone. That was good. No thinking of the bad things, like- he shut off that sentence. No bad things. He continued to stare up at the plain white ceiling, no thoughts in his head. It was pleasant. Grant felt at peace, or at least calm. He rolled over and fell asleep in minutes. He'd have a killer headache tomorrow, but at least he was getting through tonight somehow.