"Mr. Not-Right-Now."I've been stricken with the mythical 'jet-lag' disease, and I may not have very long.
I don't know how I could possibly have caught it. Might be something I've eaten, somewhere I've been, or someone I've made out with. There is no known cure. Only an hour ago, I fell asleep in front of the TV. This, doctors say, is one of the early symptoms of the 'jet-lag'. It will only get worse from here on in, and then, some day soon, I'll...
No, it's too horrible. I'm too young, dammit! Too young! Why God, why?!
I think I'll go to bed now. Don't expect much in the way of coherence or intelligent writing from me this week. It's that darn disease, I tell ya.