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Today: simulateously awed and disturbed by the amount of pleasure I'm deriving from having this one.whole.extra.hour. I do not understand. First, because I have no memories of ever being this happy for this (entirely mental) idea that I have a whole extra hour of daylight to do things. Am I really at some point in my life in which having more time to get things done can make me that happy? Also: you do realize, self, that you don't ACTUALLY have an extra hour, yes? Or that you could have a somewhat similar feeling by just waking up an hour earlier than normal? If these things are true, why did today feel so slow? Like I was getting a million things done in half the time it would normally take me?

What would happen if we had daylight savings time once a month? I feel like this would be very impractical, but I do not actually want to figure out the consequences. I don't have time.