Jetlag has its own superordinary effect. It still lingers -- and it is restricting my diet, making me prefer sleep rather than something to eat. I do not crave social company so much as I crave sleep, although I sometimes have these strange mad longings for things familar - the sun, the sound of a lover's voice, familiar tones and faces.
I was not happy that I couldn't go to Zimbabwe, due to it's political status at that time, and had to go to the UK instead. Actually, I'm just making fun.