I thought about going out to celebrate my last day on the job yesterday, but I started getting sleepy around 4pm. By 7:00, I was forced to admit that I was completely exhausted. So instead, we scrounged for dinner (frozen leftover chili for me, quite delicious; that batch came out really well), and then I crashed at 10:00. (We'll go out tonight, when I expect to be perkier.) T compared it to post-finals relief, and it really did feel like that -- the stress lifts and your body decides it's time to shut down for awhile. Now I am much rested, despite the kitten alarm. Lexi is far more effective than any alarm clock could be. Too bad he doesn't have a snooze button.