The wonders of Jet-lag
Love jet-lag. For a couple of days, I really enjoy the feeling of functioning on a different time zone. Waking up in the middle of the night, full of energy and ready to go out and about makes me feel I have superpowers. It’s a temporary superpower of course; once I get closer to sleeping hour on home time I feel my energy draining away. I'm like a zombie robot (if such a combination does exist), dragging its feet through tar. I'm not saying I like jet-lag everywhere. The best place to have it is New York. I've come back two weeks ago for a whole day meeting I shouldn't have been part of in the first place. I stayed for three, figuring that’s how much will take me to function properly. Naturally, the first night I've opened my eyes two hours after midnight, hungry like a night-walker. I knew my first chance of having breakfast was still a couple of hours away, so I emptied the complementary water bottle of the hotel, just to give my stomach something to gri