Consciousness: that annoying time between naps

 Two months in Germany and still jet-lagged? You betcha!
It's official. I can no longer blame jet-lag for my sleepiness. Well, now what am I going to use for an excuse?
Sleeping is just my hobby, I suppose, because I can sleep any time, any where (except cars and planes), and I never get tired of it. Pun totally intended.
Is there a disease where you sleep too much? I refuse to believe it. Although I'm starting to question myself because my host family finds it very strange any time I make mention of napping.

Normally when I go to Stuttgart I get a good two-three hour nap every day since Niklas is working toward his Abiture, the holy grail of school tests in Germany (think MCAT for med school and you're on the right track) and I have a lot of free time to myself...
Spent napping...
This weekend, however, instead of lounging around like the laggard I am, I went gardening with his mom and then with her on another Trimm Dich! trail.
Hence the post I am already wrapping up. I had planned to write a wonderfully witty blog about my first political protest or perhaps about how intensely cute wombats are, but instead I am turning in early to get a full nights sleep.
I am the worst college student ever.
Schlaf gut.