Buh.
Went fencing this morning, as I usually do on Saturdays. Richard asked me to come see his school play. I declined for two reasons: 1) I need to study, and 2) I'd really rather not spend two and a half hours watching high school students munge Shakespeare (though the latter would have been a bit cruel to actually say). So, in the supposed "study time" that I got from not going to the play, a weird thing happened. I decided that before starting in on the English exam material, I should take a nap. So I lay down on the couch in the basement briefly. Three hours later, I wake up on my back on the couch in the living room. The only thing I remember of the intervening time was that I was dreaming about lots of giant flies. (Definitely because of the Drosophila lab that I did in bio recently. Stupid bloody Drosophila.) I don't sleepwalk, and I would definitely have woken up if someone had tried to move me. So, I must have woken up at some point, gone upstairs, probably done some stuff, and then fallen asleep on the couch in the living room. The problem is, I have no memory whatsoever of those three hours, so I have no clue what I did. This hasn't happened before. It's probably because of my huge sleep deficit; luckily for me, I've made a pretty large dent in it so far this weekend.