because time doesn't really matter, does it?

i despise the idea of screwing around with clocks the way we do twice every year. why do we keep doing it? that "added" hour i allegedly gained this morning won't make me live one minute longer in REAL TIME, but it WILL fuck me up for the next few weeks.

because this morning my pocket pc cellular phone thingy -- AKA omniscient oracle of all the days of my life -- was nice enough to alert me to the end of daylight savings by automatically setting itself back one hour. technology so rules, right? WRONG.

but of course i believed and trusted it. whatever the pocket pc says goes, man. i mean really, who questions their cell phone? not, umm, me.

see also: i'm a fucking idiot.

"daylight savings time..."
1. was expected, casue i pay attention to the world and shit
2. totally fucked me becasue i was almost late to spin class and didnt have time to blaze
3. fucked me up cause i woke up an hour late and after blazin i totally missed spin class

my answer is 3, casue even after i realized that i was late, i dont let anything get in the way of my smokin'. not even some homosexual daylight savings time.