i thought i'd done a rip van winkle and slept the entire weekend, as a result of which i was convinced today was monday. i moved my things into storage yesterday with the help of esme and darryl - it didn't take quite as long as i had anticipated, and was only half as ghastly difficult as i was afraid it would be, but it was dreadful anyway. i am now without a bed, and sleep on top of a folded bedsheet on top of a towel on top of a very thin sleeping bag. no problems feeling the peas there. and then i was woken three times in all, minyin called last night just after i'd fallen asleep, and this morning, when i was barely awake, and my parents did too, an hour after i'd gone back to sleep after minyin. i expect it was those intervals of consciousness that gave me the impression of days going by. you would think, given there are people like von in my life, that like indigo casson i would have become harder to wake up over time, but no, i'm wired wrong. ring ring! and she dutifully gets out of bed, regardless the hour. and people wonder why i don't sleep well.