daylight savings.

stealing yet another much-needed hour of my sleep and of my life.

i'm a wuss, i know, but the time change really jetlags me and fucks me up.

it's also bizarre that they call standard time 'standard,' considering the majority of the year -- albeit only an excess of two weeks or so -- are spent on daylight savings rather than on standard time.

ben franklin was the turd who actually came up with the brilliant idea of DST and it was implemented in twentieth-century wartime as an energy-saving measure, but studies have shown a noticeable (like, 7 per cent) increase in the accident rate the two days following a time change. i only know this because i'd written an opinion piece a couple years ago about DST and how, for a few days a year, it makes me wish i lived in saskatchewan.

a few of my students, a fellow TA and i were discussing the society-mandated concept of time -- not in any kind of a fundamental philosophical way, but whether we actually function more efficiently when we're running on the urban clock rather than on natural rhythms. of course, they were all saying how wonderful it would be if the sun -- not the cesium clock in ottawa -- dictated when we rose and slept. i personally would never be able to wake up with the sun on a regular basis, i don't think. i've been programmed into loving sleeping in just a little too much.