Vaguely contemplating eating something before I faceplant into MY OWN BED for 12+ hours in a room that is larger than a closet and not dominated by a 2,000 dB A/C window unit with a rattling-loose front panel that can neither be braced, muffled, nor ripped off in a frustrated drunken fury. Not that I tried the last one. Ahem.
Also: still not on fire. Which is a standard by which I'm starting to think every day should be judged.