Jet lag sucks.

My first day of work is tomorrow, and I'm really worried about how it's going to go - not because of the job (I'm actually pretty excited about that) - but because of the jet lag. Even with 8 hours of sleep last night (granted, mostly NyQuil induced) during proper nighttime-sleeping-in-Korea-time, I was only able to make it until 2:30pm today before passing out, sound asleep. I slept for three hours, and only woke up because I'd had the foresight to set an alarm in case I fell asleep. And I woke up with a splitting headache, compounded by sore back muscles from unloading lumber in the US, lugging suitcases across the globe, and carrying Charlie's fat ass up from Daegu. I feel like crap.

Charlie, meanwhile, seems to be doing quite well. She has thoroughly explored all the nooks and crannies of her new apartment (not that there are that many nooks or crannies in a place this small!) and is lounging about in utter contentment. Oh, to be a cat and not a jet lagged woman who has to go to work in the morning.