6:18 a.m. feels a lot like 7:18 a.m. if you're 5 years old and don't pay attention to what a silly ol' clock says anyway...and apparently 7:18 a.m. is prime time for jumping on mommy's bed with a flashlight in hand, singing "I like to move it, move it..."

I don't know about you, but if the red, glowing numbers on my alarm clock say 6:18 a.m., it is indeed 6:18 a.m., no matter what time this time was yesterday. And there are only 2 days a week that 6:18 a.m. is sleep-able, today, Sunday, being one of them. So I'm feeling a little robbed.

Thanks for nothing, "fall-back."