jetlagged.

It's 4 am. here in NY. And it's also 4 p.m. in China. 12 hour difference and it's killing me...

So today I finally arrived in NY (after missing my flight) at 7 a.m. with approximately 1 hour of sleep. For the plane ride I sat next to a girl who was mad sick, and a guy that moved around so much when he was sleeping. But adrenaline kept me moving, went to church, ate lunch, and watched district 9. By a little more than half of the movie, I got drowsy, then I fell asleep by 3/4 of the movie, and when it was over and got woken up, I felt like a zombie. I was so tired and all I wanted was to go home and sleep... And that's exactly what I did.

I slept and slept and slept all the way until now. 4:08 am.

I'm so jetlagged and so jacked up.