Anyway, on Wednesday night I went in to work at 9:30pm. I didn't leave until 5:30pm the next afternoon (you do the math).
I went home, immediately went to sleep, and woke up for work on Friday.
So all day I was thinking, "what day is today? It is really Friday?!?"
I went into work on Wednesday, and the next day I went into work was Friday. I just kind-of skipped over Thursday! Very international-date line like. It was an odd feeling ...
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Don't you also feel kind of magical when you are traveling into a different time zone? It's like, the airplane I'm on board is the time machine! :)
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