SFO - MNL

I'm quite confused. My watch says it's 11:40, which must mean 11:40 am back in San Francisco, but of course it's pitch black outside, and it would seem that no time at all has passed since I went to sleep. I wake up with my teeth hurting and a nice little puddle of drool on my pillow. I thought to sleep some more, but I couldn't--I was suddenly excited by the prospect of our travels. When we land, which is in just a few hours, I will present my somewhat grubby but well-rested face to the Philippine dawn. Though, I already know I won't understand what I'm seeing until much later.