Jet lag

M. has severe jet lag triggered by the 16 hour flight across half of the Earth and I am suffering it with him. He is exhausted between noon and 4pm but he miraculously comes to life around 8pm after dinner. At 11pm he has a ferocious attack of the munchies and has something like beef noodles. Come 2am and he is animatedly chatting about all manner of things (but of course, the lad's just been fortified by beef noodles) while I am wilting away for lack of sleep.

Last night, I felt that I had just nodded off when I suddenly woke up, conscious of M.'s eyes looking at me in the dark.
"Whachoodoing-awake?" I asked him. The words were congealing in my yawning mouth - my vowels and consonants getting jumbled in a treacly mixture of a question.
"I was watching you sleep. You had your mouth open," he said.
"Ooo-god. Areyou-waiii-d-awake?" I asked.
"Uh huh."
I slowly examined this alarming fact with my sleepy brain.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"What time does the sun rise here?" he asked back.
"Six? I think."
"Well, it hasn't risen yet."
Holy cow. Then it struck me.
"Are you hungry?" I asked. He shrugged.
"A little."

You can't starve your boyfriend - I don't think it's legal. So I tried as quickly as I could (it took a couple of more hours in the end) to shake off the drowsiness in my body. He was all bouncy lightness at the thought of food while we were getting ready to go out. I, on the other hand, could barely keep my eyes open.
"What would you like to eat?" I asked him on the bus into Central.
"Noodles in soup," he said, happily.
"For breakfast?"
"It's my dinnertime."

I want him to shake off this jet lag, fast.