So Lost

"What time is it?"

"Tuesday."

"No, it's Sunday."

"I don't believe you."

Alexis and I had that exact conversation earlier today and I still don't believe her. I don't care if the calendar reports that it's Sunday, NO IT'S NOT.

It turns out that you can't get jet lag if you lose all sense of time. The six countries in eight days thing required that I do the redeye thing twice, cross time zones six times, and basically I don't know if it's day or night. Is it one of those? No?

This must be what it's like to be a newborn. You just want to be awake or asleep but don't really know which one because why is it so light and dark outside? Is it time to eat yet? Again?

But, no, really, what time is it? Because I have absolutely no clue.