Jetlaaaaggged...

This is my feeling exactly at the moment. I am back in England since this morning, after a delayed flight and am suffering from the jet lag. Or rather, I am jetlaaaaaggged: feeling like I am walking through cotton wool, speech is slurred, vision not exactly blurry but feeling blurry all the same. Mixed with the homesickness and the post-Christmas blues, this is a potent and nasty cocktail that will keep me "hungover" (metaphorically speaking) for weeks. Nobody likes jet lags of course, but I hate them even more, because I feel so darn helpless about them.