Jet Lag
I don't think there is any worse feeling in the world than jet lag. I'm recovering from it, but I'm still feeling some effects. Flying for more than 6 hours and having to deal with a 5 hour time difference in each direction is tough. When you fly to London from NY, its about a 7 hours flight, throw in the time difference and its basically 12 hours from when you leave until when you get there. My flight left at 9 PM and was due to arrive at 9 AM the next morning. As long as you get a little sleep on the plane, you can survive the day, although somewhat tired. Go to bed sometime after 10 PM and wake up in the morning as you normally would and you're good to go. Congratulations, you've just adjusted your body to European time.
Coming back is a different story. The flight is somewhat longer as you're going against the jet stream and although you're making up time with the time zone difference, leave at 4:30 PM from London, land at 7:30 PM in NY, your body actually thinks its closer to past midnight when you land. Add in two hours of going through immigration, customs, baggage claim and getting your car and you're not home until 9 or so, which your body thinks is 2 AM London time. Go to sleep sometime around 11 PM, or 4 AM in London and your body is ready to wake up at 5 AM, or at least mine was. Thats no sleep and as a result you're exhausted the next day. Throw in a full day of work, and you're a walking zombie by noon. I got home a little after 6 and was passed out in bed by 8:30. Seth called me at like 10 to make plans for the weekend and I couldn't tell what was making the noise that woke me up and annoyed me and wouldn't go away. It took my answering machine kicking in for me to realize it was the phone. I don't remember what we even talked about, except that we're going to see Kill Bill Vol. 2 this weekend.
Keyser woke me up around 4:30 this morning, but it didn't matter, I was already up as my internal clock told me it was 9:30, but I got a good 8 hours of sleep in, so I should be OK. I'm feeling better, slowly. After a decent nights sleep tonight I should be good to go for Friday. I better, going to see Damien Rice in NYC tomorrow night and I'm looking forward to it. Don't need to be falling asleep at the venue, his music is mellow enough as it is.
On a side note, I got to witness some interesting behavior this afternoon. After weeks of telling some female co-workers of mine that it was possible to get to the closest mall from the office in about 10 minutes, we actually finally went to the mall for lunch today, only because one of them really needed to shop. Now, I've been shopping with Elena, and I don't enjoy it, because she shops for-friggin-ever, but this we were crunched for time as we still had to eat, so they shopped like guys do, go in, know what you need, get out. What was more interesting was the reasoning behind the shopping. One of them was getting some cologne for a new boyfriend and she was doing it as a subtle way of getting him to get rid of the old cologne he wore that was given to him by an ex-girlfriend.
I just thought that was very weird, but then again, I'm a guy. Elena didn't try to do anything like that when we first dated. I already did a massive purge of everything relating to my ex-girlfriend before I even met Elena. The only thing she had to change about me was my sneakers, because they stank, and I knew this and was hoping she wouldn't notice. When she first got a whiff of them she thought, oh my God, I can't date this guy, he smells. But I don't, it was the shoes. Once she finally realized it was the shoes, she felt better because she could just tell me to get rid of them. I knew they stunk, but they matched so much of my clothes, which was why I wore them. Anyway, after a few weeks of dating she told me to ditch the sneakers, which I gladly did, since I knew they were bad, and now we laugh about it. But that was the only thing about me she tried to change, aside from helping me to lose weight, but I wanted to do that anyway, she just help me find a way to easily do it.
So I'm feeling good, albeit a little tired still. The plan for this evening is go home and watch Kill Bill Vol. 1 on DVD, in preparation for Vol. 2 this weekend, and get a decent nights sleep. TV's all reruns tonight anyway, and I only tune into the last two seconds of American Idol to see who got the boot anyway. I didn't even watch it last night, still need to see how bad everyone was. I still can't believe Elena roped me into that show. I would never watch it if it wasn't for her. The things guys do for women.
Comments
I've never been one to care about things ex's gave boyfriends. I figure they're still an ex so who cares if they're making good use out of an old gift? My boyfriend probably would care, but I was never given a truly useful present from an ex so that's not really an issue.
Personally I hate shopping with guys just as much as they hate shopping with me. My boyfriend thinks that he likes shopping and is a good shopper, but he's really not. I don't think he minds how long I take, but he just a little too much of an opinion when it comes to what I want. We've had repeated disagreements about how if I say I really like something and he doesn't, he just really needs to keep it quiet and not repeatedly tell me how much he dislikes it. Plus, even though I don't dress flashy at all, he seems to think that my breasts are too big (what guy actually complains about that??) and wishes that I'd wear things size XXXXXL just so they wouldn't be emphasized even more.
Wow, that was a long one ;)
Posted by: Jenniy | April 15, 2004 6:26 PM