Lag

It's not a big thing, this time. Not the constant drowsiness of getting to L.A. in September 2009; Nor is it, thankfully, headaches and stomach cramps like last Christmas in Greece. But if ever I've -soberly- felt like my brain should partake in the Special Olympics, that time is now.

Things I Blame on Jet Lag

1. Trying 6 pairs of 32" waist shorts at Topman to find none of them fit.
   
2. Thinking I could hear my own pair of comfy 32s crying on the floor.
3. Ordering tomato, mozzarella and basil gnocchi to receive spaghetti carbonara.
4. Enjoying Get Him to The Greek (first 90 minutes).
5. Hating Get Him to The Greek (last 19 minutes)
6. This post.

And my foot just fell asleep for no discernible reason. Excellent.