I Am The Space Cadet.
Sweet jesus, the mistress jetlag has taken me into her bountiful bosom and is currently removing my grip on reality. I was proper tired last night, and smiled with delight: once again, I have skipped the worst bit! Once again, it is I who have conquered jetlag! SUCK IT, GENERAL POPULATION!
After heading to bed at 10pm, I slept deeply...for two hours. From midnight, it was all over: I stared at the ceiling, and had weird half awake, half asleep dreams. At 5am, I was fucking over it, and got up and went to work. It's now 9am, and I feel drunk.