June 4, 2007
More tired than I thought possible. This body isn't adapting as quickly. I try to stay awake to turn my body clock around and it goes well until the time I should be sleeping - just a bit, mind you, just enough to stop the stucco fairies dancing across the ceiling - but the phone rings and other things happen and next thing I know I'm sitting in the church trying to keep from nodding while a children's choir sings about their lives as struggling, starving children in a land that no longer exists. Not that they'd go there.