Daylight Savings Sucks Big Time

One thing I most value is sleep. I'm a gal who likes eight hours a night, plus naps (at least 30 minutes) sometime during the day. Without adequete sleep, my mind is muddled and headachy, my eyes are bleary and sting. I'm cranky and sluggish. It's not pretty.

The time change this year snuck up on me (I was preoccupied trying to figure out what that map was all about on Lost). The past two days have been hell. As if to make up for the difference, G. keeps saying, "It's 10:30 on the clock, but it's really 9:30." Works in the beginning, but soon we'll have to face the change and adjust somehow.

It's just so hard.