Fell asleep around midnight. Woke up with Alan at 6:30. Spent probably half the night waking up, thinking “ugh, why the fuck are the sheets wet, oh right, damn it.” and trying to fall back asleep. We still have floors to scrub, unpacking, box carrying, and all that nonsense. Except that today is my last day of vacation from work.
It’s morning. And I’m not happy.