Drunkenly sitting in a cab, I saw the time change from 2:19 to 3:20. Keep in mind, I'm not sober. So I start mumbling at the cab driver that his fare machine was broken. He probably heard me, saw my state and didn't respond. Like what cab goes up in fare by a dollar and one cent. That's on some North Dakota boonies shit, where real rules and regulations don't apply.
Went to sleep, woke up, and I was basically a turtle laying on it's back. I was stankily hungover, couldn't deal with putting contacts in, and I was pretty sure I took a trip to the future. I've also noticed that there is no strict announcement of daylight savings time. Shit just happens. Father Time and Rip Van God Damn Winkle pillage your livelihood behind your back and make that crucial Sunday chill-sesh that much shorter. The real loser in daylight savings was the oven. That shit was just lost. Displaying times that just didn't make sense. Not an hour before or after.
Dealing with Y2K related events with appliances twice a year just isn't the move as we're nearing 2012.
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