Saturday, April 05, 2003

Now begins the two or three days of not knowing when to wake up or go to sleep. My body does not like time shifts. I'm already a raging insomniac. Course, it don't make no nevermind when I sleep or rise anymore. That having been said, I never feel good rolling out of bed after 11 am (or before 9 am, for that matter.)
Daylight savings always seems archaic to me. It also seems like I'm sacrificing my schedual for some abstract greater good where children get to play later in the day. Lousy children! Not meaning to sound too curmudgeonly, but the whole thing makes me want to move out onto Desolation Peak with a sundial. The sundial will tell me what time it is. When it is dark, I go to sleep when I'm tired.


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