conspiracy

curses....

Cami Kaos

12 Mar 2007 — 1 min read

I've said it before, but his whole daylight savings time change hoo ha really pisses me off. Really. What is the most upsetting to me? Is it that it is an unnecessary occurrence that inconveniences people across America (except in Indiana where they put a stop to the madness). No, it's that I woke up this morning at 8:23 am and I don't know what time it "really" is. It's Monday. It's my sleepy day. On Mondays I sleep until K wakes up. Then I make her a breakfast she can bring into my room and let her watch cartoons on TiVo until I am ready to wake up. There aren't too many Monday's like this left. She's starting kindergarten in the fall and then it's up and out of the house 5 days a week... Is K awake right now? No, no in fact she is not, she's sound asleep. But no, not me, I am awake. Wide awake and groggy at the same time and I can't sleep because I got so obsessed over what time it would be if we hadn't changed the clocks.Among all the other things I have heard hated about it, it's a conspiracy to keep crazy people like me who don't sleep awake. Curse you day light savings time! I'm going back to sleep...

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