New Year’s Eve: The Most Overhyped Night Past My Bedtime
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After a dream Mediterranean cruise filled with sunshine, gelato, and denial that calories count overseas, I came home with an unexpected souvenir — jet lag. Imagine your body staging a protest because you dared to mess with time itself. From 3 a.m. wake-ups to midafternoon comas, I’m learning that crossing time zones isn’t for the faint of heart (or the well-rested).