Acclimating to a radically different time zone means staying up til 5am reading fanfiction on purpose:
It also means that, while organizing the extremely important final details of rapidly-upcoming international travel, I am utterly useless during about 50% of business hours:
(I just keep reminding myself that people far stupider and less organized than I have managed to pull this off. It usually works until I remember that I 1.) don’t speak or read any Asian languages, which tends to be a disadvantage in, say, Asia, and 2.) can’t sleep on airplanes. Whoops.)
Requested transcripts on Monday night from 3 schools in order to provide them to a 3rd party, etc, etc.
36 hours later, manila envelope full of academic prowess from my local CC is in my mailbox.
Like, I can’t even get to the post office to buy stamps within 36 hours; who the hell is working in that office, and how can I arrange for him/her to get a motherfucking raise?