Daylight Savings Time IS the devil...

Isn't it time to be done with this evil clock nonsense? The farmers don't need it anymore; they have headlights on the combines.

I don't need it anymore....except in the fall when we go back an hour. I suppose there's only so many times you can do that, though. I'm convinced it adds to my dark-circled eyes.

So here I sit at 10:04 p.m. on a Saturday night bemoaning my next move after I click this computer off. 11:04>

Good night, world.