...is killing me! Every time I get back from a trip home to CA, I spend weeks three or four hours behind East Coast time. It's awful. Why? Well, for example, husband's alarm for work just went off, and I just got into bed about twenty minutes ago. Yeah. The worst part of it is that I just stay awake and worry about all that has to be done in the next few months, namely: grad school apps and packing for a huuuuuuuuge life transition. So, you know, not too much...ugh. Sleep! Come swiftly!