Your public health announcement for the day. Sure signs that an eight-hour time zone change has given you colossal jet lag:
- You order Mexican take-out. But after you skip happily back to your hotel with it, you discover that you forgot to pick up utensils, and the only way to cut and eat your food is with a plastic swizzle stick from the minibar.
- You lie awake all night with city lights pouring through the window, muttering that everybody in Los Angeles must be completely obsessed with attracting attention to themselves because the hotels here don’t even have curtains, only to realize at six a.m. that they do; you just couldn’t find them.
- You figure out that the reason your hair suddenly smells minty fresh is that you didn’t pour shampoo on it, but a tiny bottle of hotel mouthwash.
I’ve learned the hard way: If you have any of these symptoms, don’t drive. So instead, I’m going to speak on a panel at Left Coast Crime. I’ll let you know if I crash and burn.
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Or, if you crash and burn, you could engage in a cover up and have yourself an exciting west coast adventure.
Excellent idea. I’ll get to work on that.
I find the effect is less if I’m travelling left than when I come back to the right. It takes me at least 3 days before I feel human but when heading east I’m up and about in a jiffy with maybe a touch of drowsiness. I guess that because most of the time my first port of call has been NY may have something to do with that. By the time I’ve gotten to LA I’ve has at least week to acclimatize.
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