No, really. I hate it. Despise it.

As I was leaving work a woman behind me was exclaiming about how happy she was it was daylight savings time. I wanted to turn around an kick her in the shins.

I lose an hours of sleep, spend all day Sunday worrying that I won’t wake up on time Monday morning, and then Monday morning comes and… it’s Monday. Today was like the death of a thousand papercuts. Lots of tiny nasty little things all piled on one another.

I may have made chocolate-chocolate chip biscotti yesterday, but this feels like a bittersweet brownie with vanilla ice cream and fresh whipped cream kinda day.