I'm quite possibly the dumbest person on the planet.

The night between Saturday and Sunday, I noticed something peculiar: I looked at the time and it was 2:08, even though I distinctly remembered looking at the time not too long ago, and it was 2:45. I concluded that it was daylight savings working its magic. You'd think, since I'd mentally commented on this, I'd able to remember to check my cell phone clock before going to bed to make sure it's the right time.

I didn't.

I don't like the AM version of 6:30.