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[jawnbc]

Jet Lag. Fook I hate it. Hate it, hate it, hate it. Fook.

I hate it.

Going Westward trans-Pacific I've found the magic equation for me: after dinner (liberally hydrated), I pop two zoplicone/rhovane sleeping pills, drain the bladder, plug ears, recline seat, binky up to chin, strap down and c'est ça. The last 2 times I did this I slept 9-11 hours, solidly. And this time on arrival in Oz I didn't have any jetlag at all. None.So I did the same travelling Eastward. Also slept 11 hours. But the arrival times (depart SYD 11pm, arrive SFO the equivalent of 11am but ti's really 4pm) meant back to bed after 6 hours. The first new nights I took more tablets, but last night decided to forgo.

Today I've decided to be all about me. Beef bangers for lunch, a visit to my local music store (new Sarah McLachlan, drool, and old Frida Boccara, sigh, plus Finding Nemo DVD). Am gonna do some marking for tomorrow's class, but otherwise take it easy.

Anyone wanna give me a full body massage? No special, just the rub.

Comments

[jawnbc]

yeah baby! and I give as well as I receive.....

*giggles back*

[zhenzhi.livejournal.com]

i once worked in a *special* massage parlour. of course i was the "receptionist". as were all the girls who worked there (especially when boyfriends rang up to talk to us) hee hee hee hee.