I awoke from my slumber/pass out on Sunday morning/afternoon and noticed the stupid clock stole an hour from my life. Pick one or the other – there is no such moronic practice supposedly benefitting farmers in Indiana, right next door, and according to John Mellencamp, there are a shitload of farmers in Indiana. “Blood on the Scarecrow” was about foreclosures, not a lost hour of sun. Now I lost an hour of my life and I feel like an even bigger lump of dump for having slept until noon/one.