It's currently 11:41 p.m., Eastern Standard Time. My body, however, is still convinced that it's only 8:41. Consequently, I am just full of energy, bouncing around the (very empty) house. However, I have a feeling my body will not be happy come 9 or 10 a.m., when I try to get out of bed. Darn time differences. And one note about trying to chat up guys on airplanes--it really doesn't work when your grandmother is sitting between you and the guy in question.
Okay, I'm going to try to unpack a little. And maybe eat. I'm not sure. I think I'm hungry, but it's kind of late. Geez, my body is going to be so confused after staying up tomorrow night for New Year's Eve. I have this picture of me on Wednesday at work and my body deciding around 11 a.m. that it's bedtime.
Current song in my head:
"Hello, I Love You" by the Doors