Recap: Last night

In both senses, and this is how it went:

Packing and cleaning up stuff until tired, and then went to clean up my inboxes of emails accumulated since September (something like a thousand emails) so that most of the major stuff is done by when I went to bed at 10-something. Molly has taken to sleeping from 2am-12pm the past few days so I didn't want to wake her in the morning by packing.

Fell asleep, as was tired.
Roommate stumbles back at around 2am with a guy and instructed him to prop the door open as that there's no light (by which she meant lamp, I think) and the guy asked very loudly if her roommate (me) is in here to which she replied that I was in my bed and then he turned on the room light (white ceiling light) for I don't know why until my roommate turned it off or something (not very clear at this point, still too groggy) and then they left.

Roommate returns at 5am, doing something that involved a crinkly wrapper.
Roommate returns at 6ish and starts packing, at which time I remembered that I'd asked her when she was leaving and she was actually leaving before I was, her mother's coming at 10am today, and she has a lot more to pack than I do. At which point I got up and finished packing. (Yeah, ironic, but I'm done with packing early now.)

I'm at my minimum hour of sleep right now and this has been a trying week. Pretend I'm dead from 9pm today until 9am tomorrow because I plan to sleep for 12 hours without interruptions.

And then?

More cleaning, of course, of everything that I've brought back.

So ends freshman year. The dorm looks very sad and empty with half of the people gone and all the bulletin (we have to clear those before we leave) and doors bare, and an occasional scrap of something fluttering across the hall, left over from whomever had just moved out.