Daylight Savings Timewarp

Daylight Savings Time--or "DST" as some people fondly refer to it--is not my friend...and I'm beginning to wonder if it ever really was.

I naively thought, as I went to bed at "2:00" Saturday night, that I would be fine. I had church at 1:00 and there was nothing to worry about. I slept in an hour and put DST behind me...or so I thought. I was totally unprepared for the ole' "day after" trick.

Sunday and Monday night I went to bed neither late nor early, yet I managed to sleep in both mornings and arrive 15 minutes late for work. It wasn't until Wednesday morning that I came to realize there was a tangible force working against me. That morning, when my alarm went off at 6:30, I thought, Oh good! I woke up on time! One second later it was 7:30 and I had 15 minutes to get to work. I had entered the Daylight Savings Timewarp.
Naturally, to counteract this phenomenon, I abandoned rational thought and did the last thing I should have done in this situation--I stayed up late and watched a creepy movie. Everytime I closed my eyes scenes from the movie popped into my head--not the most ideal circumstances when trying to fall asleep--but guess what. A miracle happened.

The next morning I woke up the minute before my alarm went off...and got up. This wasn't the end, though--I had not quite escaped the grasping reach of the insidious timewarp. I distinctly remember looking at the clock in my bathroom around 7:00. I immediately walked into my bedroom where the digital readout flashed 7:10. What? Time was speeding up in an effort to ruin my prosperous career at the Church Archives. Nevertheless, I refused to be thwarted. I hurried out the door and arrived at work without a moment to spare.

It was a long, hard, and bitter fight but as of this morning I have finally cast off the tyrannical shackles of Daylight Savings Time. I wish I could say we would never meet again but instead I must say, until next time you fiend...until next time...