Postmortem Blues

“The emigrant’s destiny: The foreign country has not become home, but home has become foreign.”

–Alfred Polger (d. 1955), Der Emigrant und die Heimat

Via euroarabe

I am so jetlagged I could cry. I couldn’t even show up for work today because I didn’t sleep at all last night and my system shut down at 7:15 AM. The problem is that this has been going on for longer than it should. I have been sleeping during the day and functioning during the night for several days now and it’s irritating me to madness. I am seeing pink tigers and killer ducks.

I never knew how solemnly lonesome the relaxed nighttime/early morning is. Now I know, and I want to forget all about it.