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I Hate Jetlag

Every time I think I’ve got it beat, it comes back and kicks me in the ass. Several trips back, I was unable to sleep the first night I arrived in Europe. The next trip, I slept like a rock that first night, and thought, “heh, that wasn’t bad.” And then proceeded to be unable to sleep the second night.

This time, I made it all the way to night three before experiencing a complete and total sleep breakdown. I lay awake all night last night, and am being run around like a crazy person today. This does not bode well for family harmony.

Things otherwise have been lovely so far. Apologies for having a brain incapable of substance today; I’ll hope for both consciousness enough and time to post properly soon…


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