Cultural Oddity Moment #5

Jet lag has been a tough nut to crack for me. I wake up automatically at six or seven in the morning. That would be fine and dandy if I could drift back into sleep, but I can't because my bed is hard and the sheet that I sleep on is sticky from sweating through the night and so is my pillow. So, I'm well awake with no solution at 7 in the morning. Therefore, it doesn't take long before I'm sleepy. If I take a nap, I'll never beat the JL, so I force my self to stay awake. I'm pretty much a zombie from about eight o'clock onward, but I fight it until midnight hoping that the next morning I'll be exhausted enough to sleep in. But I never am, and thus the cycle begins again. Currently I've only made it to eight am once since I've been here. Every day is up at dawn, zombie 'til midnight. I'm not sure if my body counts the unconscious hours as "rest" and therefore doesn't think I need to sleep in, or if discomfort wins out over exhaustion.

Regardless, I spend many days living a dream, and the dream is that I haven't slept well for a week and a half. YongHee, in sympathy, offers me an energy beverage one day. So I unscrew the medicinal white lid and take a swig. This energy drink was made up of three flavors in the following order:
1. The rotten brown spots on week old plums
2. The way that dumpsters behind restaurants smell
3. The dull, lingering hum caused by licking a 9 volt battery

Though it may be popular here, I don't expect to drink "Bacchus" ever again, regardless of how insurmountable jet lag may be.

This has been your cultural oddity moment of the day.