1. (11pm) Discover I forgot to pack drugs.
2. (Midnight) Lie, in bed but awake, pondering the fact I left the house at 10am Saturday, sat on a plane for 16 hours, then arrived in Hong Kong at 7pm Sunday.
3. (12.30) Toss and turn a little. Half-heartedly wonder if I might be able to claim back the missing hours of my weekend. Half-heartedly wonder whether, if I’d worked harder at maths, I’d be able to count how many hours I’d actually lost and calculate some formula for deciding whether those hours were worth anything.
4. (1am) Attempt to convince myself that drugs are just a placebo anyway and I should be able to get to sleep of my own accord. The Verve’s ‘The Drugs Don’t Work’ starts looping around my head. Richard Ashcroft was wrong. Not having the drugs is what makes things worse.
5. (2am) Is the hardness of the bed in anyway reflective of Asian culture? What country invented futons? But seriously, why is this bed so hard? Why. Can’t. I. Just. Get. To. Sleep? Eh?
6. (2.30am) Admit defeat in war with hard mattress. Get up, grab happily large bath towels and make a cosy-looking nest on top of the duvet. Stub toe on hard bottom of evil bed when trying to enter cosy-looking nest. Feel much hatred against bed, work, Hong Kong, life and the universe.
7. (3am) Hatred focuses in on noisy fan unit. That’s it – that’s got to be the thing that’s keeping me awake. It’s so noisy. But – if I turn it off, will the heat and humidity keep me awake? Debate this for a long 30 minutes.
8. (3.30am) Wonder whether reading will make me feel sleepy. Wonder whether I can be bothered to get the book out of my bag. Wonder whether I know where the book is. Wonder whether I know where I am.
9. (3.45am) Remember that I’m in a hotel. In just over four hours, I’ll be at work.
10. (6.50am) Awake from dream about Richard Ashcroft selling fan units for bird’s nests. Enjoy a vat of coffee.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
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2 comments:
I'm sorry the jetlag was so bad and that the beds are so hard! I'm not sure that working harder at maths would have been a good solution to help you calculate the hours, though, b/c math is very hard.
Having just come back from the UK - I would add that jet lag should not be attempted with a 2 year old. There's nothing quite like hearing 'Iet's read a book!' at 3:30am. I LONG for the days when I could take Ambien on international flights and be happily oblivious. Somehow I don't think my fellow passengers would appreciate it too much these days!!
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