How much do I loath the time change? Let me count the ways: Immensely, totally, eternally, categorically, colossally, forevermore-until-the-end-of-time, which would be nice right now because then I could get some sleep.
The clock might say 7:00am, but we all know what time it really is, don't we? It's only 6:00am and I need more sleep. Even the boys can't be bothered to get up. They both looked at me this morning like I was nuts. Couldn't I see it was still dark outside?
Every blasted year I swear I'm going to start a revolution to stop the madness. If I could just stay awake long enough to
actually muster up the energy.
Plus, how did it get to be 3:30 in the afternoon already? Well we know how, don't we? Because it's really only 2:30!! Ugh. It will take weeks before I stop looking at the clock and subtract that damn hour.
Managed to post a short bit on Scribbles today, though I fear I might be headed toward that infamous painted corner pretty soon; hopefully not, but I've had too much time away from the story. Course, now with the computer functioning, and being--more or less--caught up with my emails and posts and learning Windows 8, I'm hoping to get back into it.
Well crap. I'm just too tired. I think it's time for a nap.