Sorry about the lack of witticism, but I really HATE gorram daylight savings time.

Every morning this week the alarm has gone off, and I’ve barely been able to drag myself out of bed. You’d think it wouldn’t gotten better by the middle of the week. You’d have thought wrong.

However, Monday, Michael and I did have this fun exchange.

Me: I HATE daylight savings time. Have I mentioned that before?
Michael: Once or twice.
Me: I’m just all zonked out and stupid. I hate it.
Michael: It could be worse. You could be cranky.
Me: Like one is better than the other?
Michael: Well. Yes.