Missing Hour

It's not fair that it's about to be 3 am instead of 2 am. I mean, I have an ice cream sandwich, and that helps, but, it still gets me down. Every year, both the falling and the springing, I resent it, and it was one of the few plusses of Arizona living. The longer days are handy, I suppose, but it all feels so contrived, because it is, duh, but it just gets me bogged down in the concept of time, and dammit, there it goes now, it's 3 am. It bugs me that my computer and cell phone know this. It even bugs me that it bugs me, but it bugs me and I can't help it. That hour was just stolen, like I slipped unconscious for 60 minutes. But, what a sturdy ice cream sandwich that didn't melt while I was absent.