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You spring forward. I'm gonna hang out here and press snooze a few more times.

Yesterday we set our clocks forward an hour (or rather, the phone companies switched the clocks on all our phones forward an hour without our knowledge), and I am not happy about it. I was especially unhappy about it when I woke up this morning. I woke up, groggily looked out my window, saw that it was pitch black outside, and snuggled under the covers for what I thought was another hour/hour and a half of sweet dreams. That is truly one of the best feelings in the world. I thought it was a mistake (either that or someone calling me very early in the morning to tell me something very exciting) when my alarm went off. When I realized that it was not a mistake, and that no one interesting was calling me, I was more pissed off than I have been in quite some time. The only way I could force myself out of bed (after one or three snoozes) was to mentally tell myself that I would be back in bed in a mere 14ish hours. I literally envisioned myself curling up in bed tonight, and closing my eyes without having to worry about waking up for a glorious six or seven hours.

When I got to work, my lovely fellow apprentice, Jillian, and I commiserated about this depressing mind trick we play on ourselves on mornings like this. Who cares about the array of events that could take place during our waking hours? Not me. All I care about is making it through this groggy haze to my nice cozy bed again. Less than ten hours to go...


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