Ahh, Daylight savings. You do me no good.
I have a plane ride at 9:15 a.m. the day we’re supposed to “fall back.” So naturally I go to bed early so I can get enough sleep to wake up at ungodly hours to get ready. Because you’re supposed to get their two hours early, TSA suggests.
You’ll notice it’s 2:22 in the morning, and I am awake.
I slept for roughly about 5 hours, which is my normal habit on weekdays. When this became common on weekends, I don’t know. But I certainly don’t like it. Maybe I can go back to sleep. Alas, I fear that my excitement/stress levels will be too great.
But back to my original tangent.
When I wake up, it’s 3 a.m. Technically. Because, as I realize thirty minutes later, the time change occurs at 2 a.m.
For once, I dislike getting the extra hour.
I should have taken the earlier flight.
