Starting tonight at 2 a.m., America (excluding the enlightened states of Hawaii and Arizona) will shake off the shackles of Daylight Saving Time, and seize back that extra hour of sleep that is our God-given right.

In case you're not familiar with our feelings on the matter, Gothamist (or at least one very peeved writer) has taken a strictly anti-DST stance in recent years. We're practically anti-DST activists at this point, considering that we laid out 22 reasons why DST needs to end forever in the spring.

To summarize: DST is a tradition that started as a joke and was pushed into reality via a confusing plan encouraged by golf-obsessed presidents and insect-obsessed entomologists; its purported benefits are greatly overrated-to-non-existent, and its greatest legacy is the fact you get the song "Yellow" stuck in your head and hate yourself for singing along.

So once again, cherish the next five months or so, before the cruel invisible hands of Chris Martin's grandfather pry open your bedroom doors and assault your circadian rhythms. And as ever, don't forget to change the batteries in your smoke and carbon monoxide detectors!