I miss my jetlag. There I said it. I loved it and I want it back. Waking up at the crack of dawn with the energy of a two year old is one of the most incredible unparalleled feelings I have ever experienced. The fact that this awesome schedule also meant social hibernation/suicide- since I passed out on the couch at 10 every night and breakfast at Bunchos is a lame excuse for a social life- was just a casualty I had to endure for something so awesome. And nightlife for jetlag was something I was very willing to sacrifice. Only too bad for me, because no one asked me and now my jetlag is gone and I am no longer friends with the friendly crack of dawn jetlag gnomes. :(
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