Finally crawled out of bed at 12:35. Ei-Nyung made me breakfast at 9:30, which was the sweetest thing, and quite delicious. But I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. Awful, and exhausted. It’s not even like it’s for any good – aside from potentially keeping *new* leaks from damaging the drywall too badly, and unplugging the street level gutter drain (which was vital, and quite good that I did), my paranoia-induced inability to sleep is only hurting me. At least I have this week off. Whee.