It's amazing how much of a difference an hour makes.
Subtract an hour (or even two) from my sleep any other time of year and I shrug it off and continue on with life. (Usually these subtractions are related to kids or the bar - either one.)
But if you TELL me I have to move my clock ahead, and forcibly rip that hour from me, I feel like a bag of shit.
Daylight Savings was partially Ben Franklin's idea - why do we even listen to a guy who's famous for flying a kite in an electrical storm?
Whoever made that call was suffering from lack of sleep already.