It's 5PM and it feels like it's 8.

Standard Time is oppressive to the soul. It's only the first day and already it feels like it's time to go to bed. Imagine the early darkness descending upon us on a Thursday in December, when we're all tired from working all day and still having to fight traffic on the long, slow drive home in the dark on the 55 or 91 or 405 and still have another day to get through before the weekend.

Daylight Saving Time must be made permanent. I will die on this hill, and take all you psychopathic Standard Time lovers to Hell with me.