Saturday, January 11, 2003

Well, it's official: I am back in Bristol, and I am jetlagged. This is a terrible blow to my ego, this jetlaggedness--in past I had prided myself on my resilience to that muddler of thinking and disrupter of cicadian rhythms. At any rate, I didn't have any trouble with it when I first came to Bristol in October, or when I went home for the holidays, though my mother kept trying to convince me otherwise. This time, however, I have thoroughly succumbed.

Yeah, so my night last night went...rather oddly, to say the least. Since I was planning to spend the day today reading up for various papers, I had resolved to turn in early. I therefore tucked myself in at about 11:15, and quickly drifted off to sleep. And about two hours later I woke up again, rested, refreshed, and ready for the new day. Hell's bells, I thought, this will never do, and rolled over and tried going back to sleep. It didn't work of course, so I got up and turned on my computer. By and by I started getting hungry. I had no food to speak of, and started wondering exactly what you could make with nothing much but flour and water. Well, one thing led to another, and the result was when Liam returned home from a late night at work and whatever else to find me in the kitchen cheerfully making tortilla shells. "At 4 in the morning?!?" he asked, incredulous. "Yes, at 4 in the morning," I told him, a little defensively; "I'm jetlagged!" He stared at me for a moment, shook his head, told me I was "properly mad," and went to bed. My plan for tonight is to stay up until like 4 and aim for about 5 or 6 hours' sleep. Then at least tomorrow I'll start getting tired again at about the right time.

Must get food--more in a bit.