Jetlag bites.

I am tired.  I am going to bed and it's just past nine thirty.  I am going to take a couple of sleeping pills and hope that they kick in at some point.  Last night, I was up until four.  FOUR!!!!  I did stay up way too late writing back and forth with a girl who was a really, really good friend of mine in the first high school I went to, but even after I went to bed, sleep did not happen. 
Tonight, I have new pillows and hopefully, they and chemicals will do the trick.  I haven't been napping during the day at all, and I still can't sleep at night.  It doesn't help that there is no sunshine whatsoever.  It's grey.  Grey, grey, grey, grey, grey.  It's light out during the day, but it's not sunny. 
On an exciting note, I qualified for a student discount at the movies when I went to buy my ticket to La Rondine.  The New York Metropolitan Opera broadcasts operas that are shown in movie theaters. I'm not explaining it well, but think Live from the Met, only with visuals and hopefully not as much commentary in the intermission.  I found out about it when I was exploring the Pathe cinema website and then when we listened to La Boheme in the car on the way to see Australia last Saturday, of course, they talked about it.  When I got back, I mentioned it to G who had heard about it at dinner in Bloomington from some of her parents' friends.  Unfortunately, she's off to Milan, but Lucia di Lammermoor is in February and we're agoin'. 
It is now quarter to ten, so I'm going to take my medicine and hopefully, there will be no sheep counting, deep and controlled breathing, relaxation exercises or posting on twitter at two am.  See you in the morning!