Doooddllllu, dooodlu, dooodlu...Ok, maybe the time switch isn't as dramatic as an awesome throwback moment from Wayne's World, but it really is pretty fuckin' confusing.
Did I, or didn't I change my clock? Which clocks are changed in the house?
Does it mean I gain an hour or lose some sleep? (All accounting and actuarial students, disregard this. The rest of us spin trying to figure this out.)
Also, how the F do I change half of my clocks (think new cars, cell phones... anyone still wearing a watch?)
I found myself questioning an awesome premise as I awoke in an unusually wide-awake moment early Sunday morning (it was Halloween the night before, so I'm guessing I was dehydrated and restless, making me weirdly wired and alert. PS: whoever dictates the time changes out there: post-Halloween day, not your best work).
What if we were allowed to redo an hour along with the time change, and even change decisions made during that time? Like everyone had to forget what happened because the universe gave us a second chance?
We all pretty much widely accept that leaving the 204 means everyone drops their relationship statuses, so why can't we agree to let the universe (or the time-change dictator) give us a new hour, for real?
I bet Halloween night led to a bunch of decisions and messes that could be repaired by one hour of damage control.
Note: Any babies made on Halloween night is the only exception to this. Permanent things like cells splitting and chromosomes aligning have to stay on the clock.
But overall, Wouldn't it be nice?
I celebrated this new holiday/re-do day I conceptualized by bleaching my whites I wore to a Halloween party.. and it worked! (Miraculously? We're talkin' red wine, permanent stuff.)
I might have already beat the universe with this clockwork reversal thing!
(Hmm.. And my costume was Alex from A Clockwork Orange... Coincidence? :))
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