I haven’t “sprung forward”. I refuse to. I decided to keep my watch set true to standard time last year, and I’m proud to say that I lasted through a whole period of Daylight Saving Time without making the jump. Sure, it wasn’t easy living an hour behind most people. When I’m told, for example, there is a meeting at 2, I automatically must remind myself that the meeting is actually at 1. Most people don’t understand why I do this. Well, I do it mostly because I loathe DST, not just because it takes one hour of precious sleep away from me, but because it is an archaic practice that is not only rather pointless, but ultimately causes more problems than it purports to solve.