Whinge

I've been migrainey off & on since Tuesday; and while there is some amusement to be had from having a migraine while watching a repeat of the House migraine, the value of that amusement is outweighed by the fact that migraines are not very much fun at all.

Also, even though the weather is noticeably less hot than it was earlier in the week, it is still much too hot for me to have waist-length hair (the longest hairs are actually hip-length, and all of them are hot). Yes, I know some people believe that a ponytail is automatically cooler than all but the shortest of short hairstyles, but those people don't have this much hot, heavy hair getting in the way. (Plus, when you have a migraine? Pulling the hair back hurts.)

I'm also tired of having undergarments coming apart at the seams. And overgarments, for that matter.

Oh, and why, in a house full of grown-ups, do I have to be the only one who ever bothers to take out the trash?

Plus there's the usual medical problems, bureaucracy, inability to pay my bills. Bleah.

Yes, I'm cranky. Venting a little bit helps a little bit. How are you doing?

Smiley of the day

From thedailykitten: Aww, look at its widdle tummy!

Hey, it's either kitten pictures or more grumpiness from me. Which do you prefer?