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=**Daylight Savings**=

Daylight savings. What. The. What. If I wasn't about to pass out because my internal clock is as out of whack as it was that one summer I went to Missouri and ended up spending an hour and a half listening to Mozart at one in the morning for a week, I'd be coherent enough to explain what I'm going on about and why daylight savings is so horrible. But explaining the purpose(lessness) of Daylight savings is about as easy as having to explain to my grandma what I was doing blaring etudes and sonnets in the middle of the night, which is to say not at all. What the what is daylight savings even supposed to do? Taking my blessed hour of light in the morning and slapping it on to my afternoon isn't saving anyone anything except perhaps Mr. Geib, who will no longer have to stand the bother of my paying attention in class, because there's no way in WHAT that I'm going to be functioning at anything higher than -30% until, oh, let's say NOVERMBER, when we all have to change the clocks back again anyway. So, until the government stops playing namby pamby trying to save daylight of all things, instead of, oh, let's say the ECONOMY, or the BORDER, or the fucking POLAR BEARS, I'm OUT.

(Of my mind.)