I wonder if I move to California, will I still stay up until 4 a.m. doing stupid stuff. Essentially, that would be 7 a.m. to my New England soul. Maybe I am born into the wrong time zone, and in the West I would rise and sleep in more usual patterns.
Maybe in Japan I could be a farmer, because the schedule would so well suit me.
I am frightened that soon daylight savings time will be upon us again. On April 4 (I think), I’ll be forced to “spring forward.” Since for a little bit now I’m been going through a particularly disruptive patch of not sleeping when I should be, I predict I will be fucked. Fucked by an economic decision a bunch of irrelevant years ago, enacted into law and designed to fuck me up.
Maybe if I move to Alaska the seasons of constant light and constant dark would fix me.
Most unfortunately I shudder at the thought that as daylight savings fucks up my rhythm, I will likely be sleeping alone for at least a month more. Oh, Woe is fucking me.
your woe is my gain if the result is a move to cali. Perhaps the time zone, weather and comedy scene might improve your “woe is fucking me”