When I signed up for a CPR renewal/refresher/whatever for 8:30am on a Sunday, I didn't really think there was any significance to the date. But if there is anything worse than waking up at 6:30am to get to an ungodly-early rendition of something ungodly-boring, it is losing an hour of sleep in the process.
Spring forward, my ass.
Ugh. I'm fucking worthless today.