Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Up again at 4am, wondering around, listening to Usher, dreaming about computers.
Jet lag is a nasty conglomerate of feeling hungover and then suddenly super sprightly.
It's medically referred to as desynchronosis. Which sounds like an STD. ("Oh he gave me desynchronosis").
It is classified as a circadian rhythm sleep disorder. I know. Insane.
I almost fell asleep standing up last night. I ejected myself from the table, because I thought I may drown in my wanton noodles, and then started to teeter standing up.
Thirty minutes later, I was ready to party. You have fifth winds on jet lag. You don't know whether you're coming or going.
At 4am, I got up to chat to my Brit who is currently in Dusseldorf (we both travel for work. A lot), when I got a phone call from my Welsh colleague.
"You got any tuthpaste." [Said like 'woof.']
Peas: Is there something wrong with you.
"You know, tuthpaste?"
Peas: Except you say tuthpaste.
"Peas:....do you also say 'buth' for booth and 'ruff' for roof?
"No. Just tuth."
Peas: Right. Why're you brushing your teeth at 4am?
Gonna push through some mojitos tonight. Hitting Palo Alto, a town in Silicone Valley, for some dinner and drinks.