I'm in Munich staying at Rick's flat. I came back early by myself last night because I was feeling sick. I went to bed about 11pm. Rick was out at a concert and came home, plastered around 4 or 5am. I was asleep as he came in. In his absolute drunkenness he forgot both that I was staying with him, and that he had given me his bed. This combined with the method that he gets into bed, which consists of a drunken run followed by a jump into the air resulted in me waking at 5 in the morning to Rick landing on me. I can't really think of a time that I've been more startled or disoriented. He jumped off, about as scared as I was, wondering who or what was in his bed, began apologizing profusely and then stumbled into the living room to collapse on the couch.