Late October mornings are the hardest. The days start grinding into gear before the sun is even up. It's so hard, we decided we should all change the fabric of time, en mass to make it suck slightly less. I'm for it, always have been. There was a time when that extra hour was a celebrated reprieve of bar time and the bonus magical hour on the dance floor. It was an hour that appeared out of the sheer will of society and damn if I was going to waste it by not dancing and laughing under party lights and upturned Martini glasses. Making it the same weekend as Halloween was genius, ensuring it as the greatest of Party People's holidays. Now it is the greatest of People Who Always Need Sleep holidays.
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