The end of European Summer Time (Daylight's Savings for Europe) should be something that everyone looks forward to as they gain an extra hour of recovery time after a typical Saturday night (which for me involves a lot of cigars, a lot of whiskey, and a lot of regrettable dietary decisions).

However, this year, that extra hour shifted from my blissful slumber time to the end of the day after work. Now, it's 1920, and I feel like it's about 2300. I just want to go to sleep, but even for a champion of sloth like myself, 12 hours of sleep on a Wednesday night seems excessive.

First world problems, anyone?