The gods have taken the daylight! How shall we convince them to give it back?!

I understand the whole "daylight savings time thing," more or less, but I have an atomic internal clock, and when the clock springs forward in April, I will only just have gotten used to the extra hour. It totally messes with my brain.

Anyway, I have been hiking the city. I meant to get a little lost, you know, so I could explore a little bit, but my one spontaneous right turn toward what I thought was generally a homeward direction took me on an hour detour into confusion. While I was crossing over the highway, I thought, "At no point did I cross over a highway while getting here. I'm going in the wrong direction." And I'm glad I had that thought, too, because I would have been in Buckhead by now. (I don't know where Buckhead is either.)

I usually take a walk in the evening, poking around this big, strange, generally unwalkable city. My apartment is at the intersection of two major streets in Midtown Atlanta. Going south takes me toward, uh, the part of Midtown that is high-rises and pretentious restaurants as far as the eye can see. The northern road takes me to strip clubs and pawn shops. Going east takes me to some shopping areas and then, should I ever decide I want to go farther, into a neighborhood I'm not too sure about. Going west, I shit you not, takes me back to the road going north. This is just the type of thing that happens when you have MC Escher as a public planner.

Tonight I went south, followed a bend west on Piedmont and then decided to turn up Peachtree, which was my "novel turn" for the evening. There are dozens of streets named Peachtree, and I think at one point I was at the intersection of Peachtree and Peachtree. Really.

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So, tonight I ended up discovering a museum and a bookstore, which I imagine are not too far away by car. So, I'm excited about that. But I was gone for almost two hours--Hey! I totally lost the extra hour today to being lost! Big time shaft!

HJ