Spring Forward Is Here To Change Your Life
The name's Spring. Spring Forward. Some say I'm even more nefarious than my brother, Fall Back, but they are mistaken. Me? I'm an angel. I come in the shadows and simply borrow a measly hour of your z's, a commodity of which you are already deprived due to the unfortunate high-cortisol state of your daily travails. I like to think I'm a bit of a magician, all razzle-dazzle, silk scarves up the sleeve, pigeon in the hat. I relish leaving you disoriented, like, "How did he do that? How did he erase time? Isn't time just a, what's it called, a construct?" And then you lie prone in bed ...