Well, I guess I've done it already. You see, the DST switch happens on the first Sunday in April. At some point, I guess I misheard and decided it was done on April First, so last night I diligently pushed the clock forward an hour. I was late going to bed, and fucking around with time itself cost me another hour of sleep. That hour hated me, and it made me pay. I woke up startled and confused, in complete circadian chaos.
Now, my cellphone's time is set by God, or Sprint, or some other vengeful entity I dare not question -- an entity that always knows precisely what time it is where I'm standing, except when I happen to be standing in the subway, and it can't even remember what day it is. So, after my alarm went off and I spent a good half hour trying to negotiate with myself to get into the shower, I decided to reach over and ask the cellphone for a reprieve, which was mercifully granted.
So there it is, my April Fool's Day prank on myself.