Sleep > Caffeine

So, as many of you should know, this past Sunday was the day that we turned our clocks forward an hour. Those of you that don't know, I hate to break it to you, but you're late.

A post like this would probably, I'm sure, have been more relevant three days ago, but my sleep schedule has been so off that I've been wandering around in a nap-like state since Sunday, which would have made for some bizarre and hilarious writing.

Why, you may ask (though you probably wouldn't), has my sleep schedule been so torn apart? Because on Sunday, on the day that we lost an hour of precious, beautiful sleep, I was scheduled to be at work at 5:30 ay em. Five. Freaking. Thirty. In. The. Morning. I didn't even know that was a real time. Apparently it is, and it's a lonely and dark time, a quietness into which only the saddest of people dare to venture out into. What helped a little more was the fact that it felt like 4:30, and, indeed, the clock in the car still read the real time. What helped further was the fact that the entire night had been spent doing sleep math (you know, when you lie there and do the math on how much time you have to sleep and how long you'll be sleeping if you fall asleep right then instead of actually sleeping) and, all in all, picked up about two hours of sleep.

And whine. It was terrible. I may never recover.

Of course, it was proven to me early that shift that I wasn't the only one miserable to be alive, since the second customer I had that morning rolled down her window, handed me her money, and said, "I don't like you," and nothing else.