Rift in the Space Time Brain

Falling back always screws me up. I never feel like I’ve gained an hour. Instead, I feel like I lose two hours.

I get that extra hour of sleep and the morning starts off great, but some time in the early afternoon it all starts to fall apart. It’s 1pm (but it should really be 2pm) and yet it feels like noon? It could, for all I know, not even be Sunday. Maybe I really am deep in a fevered coma dream.

I could blink any moment and it’ll be dark out.

Time, you sick, sick bastard, what are you doing to my brain?

Daylight Savings Time: a rift in the delicate balance of space and time in my brain.