Daylight Savings Time

Every year it happens. Some bureaucratic wizard somewhere in Washington waves a magic wand, steals an hour of my life, and suddenly I’m wandering around my house like a raccoon that just woke up inside a Home Depot. Daylight Saving Time hit last night and I am absolutely, profoundly, chemically confused. My body thinks it’s 1978. My stomach thinks it’s … [Read more...] about Daylight Savings Hits Harder Than My Weed