Jetlag in Stuff

The weirdest thing about being back home is that my body still doesn’t think I am. I’ve now had three sleeps since being back, and my body still isn’t on track with sleeping at the right times, but the weirder thing is, I keep thinking I am anywhere but where I am.

I’m probably making no sense but it’s freaking me out. It takes a while to remember I’m back in my room in Brisbane, not in some hostel in Cologne or Berlin or a hotel in Paris or a hostel in London. Fucking weird how my brain seems to be trying to fool me and confusing the heck out of me.

I guess when I go back to work next week, I’ll get back to normal life and the daily grind.

I tried to stay awake as long as possible but ended up passing out around 4pm, and now I’m up at 1am again. Ergh.