Jet lag, I must fight the jet lag
It's day three after crossing nine or so time zones to reach my little corner of the world. You would think after making that trek so many times I would have perfected the abolition of jet lag, but no I sit here as a zombie of living proof. Would that be an oxymoron? Anyway, my usual antidote is to down a couple of benedryl the first few nights no matter how sleepy or tired I am, just to give me a little insurance for the night. It seems to work pretty well, but last night I couldn't leave pretty alone. I opted to go in for the kill and popped a couple of sleeping pills. I woke up every hour on the hour feeling like it had been eight hours since the hour before. Ambien, you suck. So today I've tracked down some melatonin at my local pharmacy, which I have been told by multiple friends that it's the "end all" for jet lag.
On the way to the pharmacy a low tire sensor was activated so I stopped at the punctury for a little air. I noticed that Mohammad has a handy dandy new sign for his "reform of electric cars" business. Times must be good. After getting all pumped up I also noticed that I only get 10.9 miles to the gallon in my Jeep. Don't tell Al Gore, but being that petro is still 80 cents a gallon here (for the super duper good stuff), I don't plan on trading in my gas guzzler anytime soon. Till next time...Sleep tight. I sure hope I do.