It’s that time of year again.
The end of Daylight Savings Time. Now, normally that’s not a big deal. Sure, it’s annoying that it gets dark earlier. But at least everybody gets an extra hour of sleep (well, almost everybody…sorry Arizona and Hawaii).
But it’s 2020. Which means that Sunday, we all have to set our clocks back an hour and extend this miserable shitshow of a year by an extra 60 whole minutes.
That’s like getting a bonus track on a Florida Georgia Line album: Nobody wants it, nobody asked for it, and we all just want it to be over with as soon as possible.
It’s like Wheeler Walker, Jr. coming out of retirement for a gospel album. Or Tyler Childers doing a cover album of mid-2010’s bro country songs. Or Kane Brown doing the halftime show of the Cowboys game on Thanksgiving.
You get the point. NOBODY WANTS AN EXTRA HOUR OF 2020. But it’s being forced upon us anyway.
Oh well, here’s to an extra hour of drinking to get through this clusterfuck of a year.
