I slept poorly to say the least. The light made it hard to get to sleep, then the cat woke me up to be fed, not by a miao near the food, but miaoing and curling up on me, then restlessly getting up a moment later, and repeating this a hundred times until I figured it out in my sleep-deprived state.
Then a fly landed on my face. Again and again and again.
Something about the full moon makes everything crazy.