Ibuprofen seems to have taken the edge off. I have this really unfortunate desire to go yell at neighborhood children to be quiet, then throw shoes at them. Considering at this moment there *are* no neighborhood children? This can't be a good sign.
I'm napping. Screw it being five--if I get more irritated with the world, I will seriously sit on the porch and *watch for people to speed* or something, so I can throw shoes. I am in that place of negative moodiness.
Right. This entry is *specifically* for whining. Just, you know, pass on by now while I control homicidal tendencies.
