Commiserations to my poor colleagues who tonight get to watch this sequence of numbers: 01:59:57, 01:59:58, 01:59:59, 01:00:00, as we move out of daylight savings time. I would be in tears tonight. A thirteen hour shift. All memories of any other-side-of-the-year eleven hour shifts are obliterated in that backward tick of the clock. And it happens in the relentlessness of a Saturday night. It is undoubtably a small form of torture. I really hope you all get through the night with at least ninety-five percent of your sanity intact. Xxx
Who wore it better?
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