So here’s something: I’ve started sleepwalking. In the most recent incident, I got up and brought a bottle of tea tree oil into bed. Later I really woke up, and woke up Christy, because the air had this chemical burning smell I couldn’t place, and I was scared. That’s when I found the tea tree oil. Now my sinuses feel all burned out from breathing it in all night—there is a such thing as too much aromatherapy, I guess—and I’m worried I’m going to end up in a sleeping bag like Mike Birbiglia. Good thing I live on the first floor.