I wet the bed
I went into town for a little while and left my water bottle, apparently somewhat unscrewed, on my bed. Now my sheets and blankets are vexingly moist. Luckily (!), the mattresses in the Skidmore dorms are made of plastic - sort of like sleeping on a giant, rustling diaper - so things should be dry by the time I need to lie down.
Now, it's back to memorizing the Seagull. I'll definitely write about this one when it's over - such a fun and inventive collaboration, yet also an homage to so many unexpected things.