I think it's about time for me to quit pretending that the mythical "extra hour of sleep" this weekend was a good thing. I think it's about time to proclaim the truth: Daylight Savings blows hairy, stinky, non-cashmere goats. It is way too dark for 7:30. I am trying really hard not to go to bed yet - because I woke up at 4:00, which was really 5:00 as far as my body was concerned, coz I fell asleep at 8:30 (9:30). And it was dark and pouring rain this morning, and now it's dark and cold, and all I want to do is eat potatoes and cheese. (Which I could do something about, so I made myself a big dish of scalped potatoes for supper, with leftovers for lunch tomorrow. Screw that vat of uber-healthy, mostly-organic veggie soup I cooked up yesterday. I heart potatoes and cheese.)
I have bloody jet-lag, and I didn't even get to go on a trip.
And I'm already 3 rows behind on my NaKniSweMo project.
And I still have to change the litter box tonight.