Donc.
I never really found switching time zones difficult. When one travels, who cares about the time. Hell, I'll go to the French Riviera at 4:00. (That, I find, is my worst hour. Early Morning!). Now, however, I am faced with a multitude of predicaments.
As I've mentioned 'les fuseaux horaires' is the most evident currently. Summertime has its own schedule. I, for one, stayed up till three, watching any video from Tina Turner, to some Indie Rock. Although the time zone has no definite exsistence, it'd be easier for us to give it a name. I suppose I'd call it Ordence Noch. The root of that is Ordinateur and Nacht. Computer and Night.
Cwecion: What is your time zone during the summer. Late Night Burrow? Day time Cavalier? Early Morrow Fog? Tell us - me - whatever.
.and.
What would you call your time zone?
Now I want Jasmine Tea. Bye Friends.
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