*after that embarrassing wake-up call from Esther, decides he's going to have to do something fairly drastic to catch up and keep up* *taking careful stock of everything, concludes that sleep is the only part of the equation he's really missing (the only part over which he's utterly lost control, with work overflow and caffeine keeping him up too late and nightmares waking him too early)*
*bites the bullet and, after some careful research, finally breaks the seal on the second bottle residing in his nightstand (apparently they function as sleep aids, too—and he hates himself a little but he can't see any other way up)* *and it's not as though he'll need the stupid things forever, just until he can get back into the usual rhythm*
*four days and two pills later (day-on day-off makes him feel less like Glorfindel an addict), is feeling a bit more like himself (read: productive)* *is also a bit more equipped to handle the latest news* *heads over to the Flower as soon as he can determine that Glorfindel is back in residence*