I can’t fall asleep – my body still thinks it’s on the West Coast.

Which is good as it means I’ll stay awake while scarfing down another dinner to feed my incessant hunger.

Wait, am I jet lagged or pregnant?

Oh, no, definitely jet lagged.

Have no fear.

Unless you were excited at the prospect of a baby Megan.

Then I’m sorry.

Tune in next week.

Just to be disappointed again.

What can I say?

That’s life.

Sadly I’m far too busy not sleeping and shoveling food down my gullet to write something insightful or humorous.

Not that I’m Dooce on an average day.

But I’ve gotta milk this jet lag thing for all it’s worth.