I suppose I've learned the trick to not being jet-lagged when flying three time zones to the west. Stay up forever, so you're really really tired. Have fabulous sex, a lot. Sleep. Wake up. Have more sex. After that, you'll be so disoriented you won't know (or care) what time it is.

I feel quite lovely, by the way. A little light-headed, but clean (finally! airplanes make me feel so grubby) and relaxed and generally good. I don't particularly want to do anything at all, but I suppose we need to go shopping and stuff. Acquiring food is a good thing.

I had a really terrific flight here, actually. I wrote some stuff on the way. I'll type it in sometime later when I feel more motivated.

I stole the covers last night, or so I'm told. I am a very bad little girl. I should be punished severely.

This is a really great way to celebrate the end of the school year. Escape to the other side of the country and be all snuggly and happy and lazy and stuff. I should do this every semester.