I struggled to stay awake the day I got back. If it wasn't for my half jack rabbit half antelope friend poking me I would've passed out hard core all over the apartment. I start crashing later and later every day now - last night I crashed at 8:30, during a most poignant and intellectually stimulating episode of Bones, you know the show with Angel from Buffy the Vampire. I was carried to bed, changed, even mouth-guarded (for my bruxism) as I wearily mumbled something about not having brushed my teeth.
So my first experience with jetlag has left me like I need geriatric nursing care. And like a neglectful nurse in an old folks home, my teeth were never brushed for me. But alas, my dear horny bunny is not a nurse in an old folks home but a sweetie who knew brushing someone else's teeth sideways would be impractical, even if my mouth was already open from drooling.
