Monday, August 15, 2011

La La Land

I am in that place. You know, La La Land. The place where your brain feels both heavy and light, where your eyes are bleary, your speech is a little slow and your arms seem to move in slow motion. If I hadn't flown across the ocean yesterday I would be calling a neurologist, or perhaps my brother to make some sweet YouTube videos, but I know it is just the effects of a little thing called jet lag. And when you combine that with a vacation hangover, you've got me.

I am currently catching up on Hulu, wearing yoga pants while eating peanut butter out of a jar. Attractive, no? I don't have any groceries, and even if I did, I have zero desire to cook.

And I am in serious withdrawal from scones with cream. Or perhaps it was more like cream with a side of scone. Whichever.

My day at work started out very productive as I read through all 138 emails that awaited me. But come 2:00 p.m., I found myself staring at emails that I had begun but had no idea how to finish (I am sorry if I sent you an email today that lacked any kind of intelligence). I am sure this has something to do with the fact that I woke up at 4:00 a.m. raring (I had originally written "rearing") to go even though I had no idea where I was. That is such a weird way to wake up.

But on the up side, it is beautiful outside. And it is still summer. And my mom is making me dinner.

And I have an Ambien.

Life is good...even in La La Land.


  1. "Rearing" to go? Oh my, Sarah, that may be the funniest thing you've ever written!!

    Welcome back!

  2. Lol! Hilarious, Shelley!! At least I have jet lag to blame. I think I'll make that correction...

  3. I think that - waking up at 4am not knowing where you are and rearing to go - describes jet lag perfectly! No one's ever been able to do that before. You nailed it! (I'm still laughing...)