I am kind of a weinie when it comes to getting my physical needs met.  If I’m hungry and I can’t eat immediately, I get very grumpy.  If I’m tired and I can’t go to sleep, I get very grumpy then too.

This is a problem when one is jet-lagged.

Yesterday afternoon/evening, DC and I were watching the last two episodes of Project Runway (and I’d like to give a woot woot to my man Michael!), and during a commercial break, we got into a bidding war about how late I had to force myself to stay awake.  Denny wanted me to wait till 10; I wanted to go to bed at 9:26.  I think we settled on 9:49 or something.

Then, around 7:30, I decided to read the book I hadn’t yet finished from the trip.  Then I remembered how much more comfortable my bed is than the chair I was sitting in.  Then, once in bed, I thought it seemed like a good idea to wash my face, brush my teeth, and put on my PJs.  I think I got about 2 pages read before I zonked out.

Naturally, I woke up at 4 a.m.  I tried not to pester Denny too much, who had done the smart thing and stayed up until 10, but I’m afraid I annoyed him.  I did some internetting and writing, but by the time I finished my 9:00 meeting, I felt like I should have already been halfway through a day.

Tonight I swear that I shall stay up till at least 9:26.   The weather’s so nice, I may go out for a run around 7:30 to try to get my adrenaline pumped up.