I never remember how grumpy jet lag makes me until I’m in the midst of it. This picture that I took because my mom wanted it in downtown Brisbane, Australia sums up how jet lag affects me.

At first glance, it seems like everything is fine, perhaps even a little boring. But then, upon closer inspection, it becomes apparent that the center is slightly off and the intersections of my behavior, personality, judgment, patience, and general identity aren’t quite square.

But I know that this will wear off, and I will return to normal (whatever anyone else may call it) soon. At least I get to spend time in a city that is really clean and quite gorgeous. It’s worth the brutal day or so of internal clock adjustment to get to see this for the next bit.