On the joys of DST.
Beyond whatever misadventures my brainmeats are throwing me, Daylight Savings Time always kills me in the autumn. Your system's slowly getting used to less and less sun, and then suddenly, WHAM, say hello to 5pm darkness.
I grew up in a rustic corner of Canuckistania where we had evolved past the need for DST, and this archaic clock-jimmying that the rest of the continent cleaves to always makes me surly. How about we just cope with the day-night cycles that the year naturally gives us, people? How about you pick up a meth habit twice a year if you feel the need to mess with your wake-sleep routine so badly and leave me out of it(*)?
*: Leave me out of it without making me move back to the rustic corner of Canuckistania where they have evolved past the need for DST, that is. Please. Don't make me go back.