It’s true. I hate holidays. All of them. I should never be in a position where I cannot buy a sandwich. And while nobody celebrates Daylight Saving, per se, chances are good I’ll forget and head out to get a sandwich an hour too late, or too early.
That’s right, this holiday fucks with me twice a year.
Of course, if we were photosynthetic organisms it would be different. I would be in favor of adjusting our schedules in favor of savoring the sunshine.
We’re not plants, damn it.