The Darndest Thing

I only realized this morning, as I checked the time on my phone in the Kim building, that my alarm clock at home still runs on Daylight Savings Time. Yes, this means I awoke an hour earlier than usual, left home an hour earlier than usual, preempted the usual mid-morning Friday traffic, and didn't realize until I stood outside the lecture hall at 10:30 am that my class didn't start until noon. There are two significant (or "major", if you did the crossword puzzle this morning) reasons why this bothers me:

1) This asynchronism so confounded me that I puzzled over it all day, becoming dazed to the point that my routine got messed up. I skipped my 12:00 class--the source of this befuddlement--and nullified my reason for waking up in the first place. I aced my chemistry exam even though I attended less than half the classes since the last one, and I arrived in time for comp. sci. and didn't fall asleep. I was less sociable than normal and I am still unsure whether I ate breakfast this morning. And I actually thought, on three separate occasions today, that Daylight Savings Time is a good thing.

2) DST ended at 2:00am on Sunday, November 4th. I adjusted. I wrote a note on the TerpZone white board that remained there for three days. Yet this morning was the 9th, a full five days after the fact, and only now am I getting screwed up. Makes me wonder what exactly happened the past five days that made me lose a full hour. Four hours of my life are unaccounted for, which means something either very sinister or very silly.

I will continue to brood over this topic for some time, hopefully coming to some insightful conclusions about the meaning of life and stuff.

As an aside, Sierra Mist Cranberry Splash is the shiznit.