Kvetch-a-palooza

• So I'm towel-drying my hair this morning, and I feel a twang between my shoulders and my neck. My neck is out. Hurts like a mo-fo. I'm hoping it'll feel better tomorrow, because I really, really don't want to shell out $40 for a co-pay to the chiropractor.
• My AIM keeps going down. And then it takes forever to come back up. And even my MSN IM is acting funky. I have important chatting to do, people!
• It is so freaking hot and humid in my office that the 2 marshmallow Peep chicks I've had on my monitor since before Easter have gone from hard as rocks to squishy "fresh" again. My dear friend ALG says that they've resurrected and that it's particularly fitting seeing as they are, in fact, Easter candy.
• (I would insert a picture here, but Blogger is being a bastard today too and won't let me upload any pictures)
• I don't know what I'm doing in my day job.
• We haven't seen Paul in weeks, and I miss him terribly. And I feel guilty because I still have his NIN cd.
• I played like ass at last night's concert. No, actually, I think playing out of my ass would have sounded better than how I played last night.
• I have cramps. (The first person who nods while smirking knowingly, and says, A-HA! gets a resurrected Peep in the eye.)
• The day is dragging like a caveman's knuckles. (Sorry Geico cavemen. I know I'm being condescending.)
• I still miss my kitty terribly. I am still not even close to being ready to have another cat.
• We almost got a bunny, but then we talked a bunch and decided our schedules just wouldn't be fair to the bunny. This is the longest I've gone without a pet. And no, a fish just won't do it.
• I have "Rock 'n' Roll Party Queen" from the Grease soundtrack in my head on full loop. It. Won't. Stop. And the creepiest part is that I haven't watched or listened to Grease in ages. (Although I did start a new grease can for our indoor grill last night. Maybe that triggered something?)
• I am full of self-loathing at what a big whiny babyhead I'm being.
• Gah.