I’m fighting jetlag. I know, I know, you’re asking yourself, ‘self, how can a physical specimen such as David possibly succumb to the effects of jetlag? What I’m trying to say, self, please stay with me, is that David’s tremendous constitution is legendary, and a man like him (as if there are any other men like him) could not possible feel jetlag’s ill effects.’ While I appreciate your widely held sentiment, the disappointing truth is that I have suffered from jetlag since my return from Taiwan.

Two nights ago, I was sure I licked the problem (it was cherry, in case you’re wondering). I fell asleep at ten o’clock and slept as a bear during winter, feeling revitalized upon waking. That feeling lasted until yesterday evening, around five o’clock, when fatigue jumped me in the back alley without warning. Sure, I should have known better than to walk in that alley alone, but I felt moderately confident, having the street smarts acquired in Brooklyn. I managed to fall asleep at a reasonable hour—around 9:30 PM—happy in my dodging another spiritual mugging. That sense of relief lasted up through midnight, when I shot upright in bed, my head pounding, and my brain telling me that there was no way I was going to get back to sleep.

There I am, in terrible pain on the verge of screaming. With few options left to keep my sanity (Doolies was on-call and working away and didn’t answer my frantic call), I lugged myself downstairs and turned on the television. For the next five hours, I watched season 3 of Seinfeld. I’m not proud of it, but if not for Seinfeld, I do not know how I would have survived the night. I fell asleep again at 7:30 AM and slept to a respectable 11:00 AM. I’m hoping tonight will be better.

I won’t try to write anything more tonight. After getting a late start and working from home, I didn’t get a chance to jot down many notes and I have little to talk about now. I’ll hopefully grab a cup of coffee tomorrow afternoon and wow you with my weekend tales. This one’s a long one, three full days of doing nothing but being alone with my thoughts. I know it’s a scary proposition.