the story of being jet-lagged

on the business trip to london, i reached there on sat for the engagement starting on the following mon. on tues morning, we scheduled a morning meeting with the client. i sat through it, blinking my eyes furiously to keep them from shutting, pinched myself many times discreetly to stay focus. the killer part was when he said, ok now i shall allow grace to walk us through the recs. i looked at him, blinked once and steadied myself twice. i was caught off-guard, definitely. so i bull-shit, mentioned vague things, hoping that the client can elaborate and take things off. not sure if he did, cos even if he did, my mind started drifting once again, and i kept drinking water to stay awake and scribbled illegible notes.

this was me when i was jet-lagged.

so im screwed big time now. had no time to finish up the narrative from that trip in sept 05! had to submit them now. so im figeting in my chair, typing and backspacing. screwed screwed screwed... how did i end up this way?