riddle me this, kids: who's brilliant idea was it to cap off a hour off my weekend?
mamma.do.not.like.
even as a kid, i would shake my fist every time Daylight Savings Time rolled around. then, as now, i
HATED it.
hated losing an hour of sleep. especially when i sleep like crap half the time, anyway. hated feeling like i had just gone to sleep and BAM! i'm waking up again.
stupid alarm. stupid job. stupid need for money.
don't get me wrong, i get the whole idea of conserving energy, electricity, blah, blah, blah. but isn't it all about me? and if it is, then shouldn't the Powers That Be, be concerned about how this crap effects me? after all, the Powers That Be now have an hour of mine that they say i'll get back in six months. without interest.
kinda like my income tax refund, only i don't get to spend it.
it makes me think i should move to Arizona, since they don't observe DST.
then again, Arizona slapped us with a huge tax on our rental car when we honeymooned there, so they could build the Diamondback stadium. we didn't even get a ticket to the game. Arizona doesn't observe Dr. Martin Luther King day, either.
and most importantly to me...it's hottern the hinges of hell there in the summer.
on second thought, i think i'll just stay here, sleepy in my smogberry treehouse.
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