This is What Jet Lag Looks Like
A little self deprecating humor never killed anyone, right? I REALLY want to write something, but my jet lagged brain won’t allow it. So instead, I’m going to show exhibits A-C, illustrating why.
It’s 10 am. Day 2. I feel like I closed a bar down last night. Except that I very much didn’t. And I just took the toaster cover off, ready to put the blender container on it. This is how well I adapt when flying over 16 time zones. NOT well at all.
Just in case EXHIBIT (A) didn’t sufficiently show the size of the pimple.
I’m also trying to write a post about hip hippies, so please do me a favor, and stay tuned.
…until further notice.