Holy jet-lag!

I've been waking up around 4am each morning. When I say wake up, I mean jumping out of bed and ready to do 100 things. Since the rest of the city hasn't shared my passion for pre-dawn living - literally, I couldn't even find an open coffee shop for hours - I've passed the time by washing dishes (and I only have 3) and rearranging my 2 shelves. Because of said jet-lag, I passed out yesterday for maybe an hour around 6:30pm. When I woke up, I realized I missed my luggage delivery. Yikes! Thank goodness the immensely helpful staff at my company helped me sort things out this morning. When the delivery guy came, the poor guy carried both of my bags (we're talking 90 lbs.) up the 4 flights of stairs to my apt. When we reached the landing, I helped by rolling one of the bags. Then HE thanked ME for helping! Ha! I love the Japanese.