on hitting the wall of exhaustion

I thought I'd slept enough to make up for last week, but apparently not.

I got home at 7, Ben tucked me in and then went out to see friends. He got home at 12:30 and the noise woke me up. He figured out that I had been asleep the whole time because the rats were bouncing around demanding food.

It's now 1:30 and I am going back to sleep. I do not feel sick, just bone-dead-tired.