the concept of time has me completely fucked for the past few weeks. i could blame it on the parental units being here or some kind of delayed jet lag or dare i say . . . age? either way, today marks the second time in weeks that i have had to literally RUN home in time to teach a lesson. and it always happens to be after lunch somewhere.

to give you a sense of geography, i live about a brisk 10 minute walk from the station. when i'm in shibuya (like today) it takes me 16 minutes on the train plus the 10 to walk back (assuming that i happen to catch a train right when i get there). but as it happens, i found myself running again so i don't get mistaken for the lazy, half assed english teacher that i probably am. i dive into my apartment, throw on the kettle, peel off my coat, and grab my books. seconds later, ding dong! and the students are wondering why i'm panting like a badwater drop out.

the run isn't half bad if i get enough sleep.

time problem #2 is going to bed at a decent hour. these evenings, i find myself in the company of diminutive british men: time roth (lie to me), simon pegg (hot fuzz/ shaun of the dead), ian mcshane (deadwood) and i can't for the life of me, seem to get a decent night's sleep. i finally drugged myself at 2:30 last night only to finally slip into my drug induced coma an hour later. i woke up groggy and dehydrated, not a good combo.

things are a bit helter skelter at the moment. i wonder if the circadian rhythm will be able to reassert itself . . . .

in case it is age, i'm not holding my breath.