You know the worst thing about time zone changes?

The fact that my stomach doesn't believe it. And I've got stuff to do until "lunchtime", the real clock-abiding lunchtime, and not the my-stomach-needs-food-now-or-I'm-going-to-chew-on-your-arm lunchtime. The real task is resisting the vending machine glory that is tiny Dolly Madison mini chocolate donuts. Mmmmm... waxy chocolate....