Tonight we turn our clocks back. I'm wondering if we could turn them back to 1993. If I could get a mulligan on my youth, I bet I'd knock it right out of the park. (Part of the freedom of youth = the freedom to mix sports metaphors.) The truth, more likely, is I'd be even worse at it now: way too self-conscious. Another possibility: I'd go back and steal the plans of the guy who invented the alarm clock time machine.
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