hanging out the passenger side of your best friend's ride

My shoulder, neck and forearm on right side hurt so much I might just go home and drug myself into oblivion.  Note to self: int he future if you are weakened by mild hangover and already exhausted, perhaps don't spend a day on a ladder, arms raised, drilling things that are higher than your head. OW OW OW OW OW.  I am handy.  I do adequate small carpentry work.  It hurts though!  WAH!

Now I am at work and clearly whiny.  Not just the pain, but the cold, cold weather.  Yes, yes, last freeze of the year and on into early summer after, but BRRRRRRR.

Why does the fancy, smooth silk they make dresses and slips and stuff out of never smell like anything, but sweaters made of silk always have that weird silk smell?

The cherry blossoms are gone gone gone.  It's sad but now there's dogwoods and redbuds (I just learned what those were this weekend!). 

I've had the song "Scrubs" stuck in my head since I woke up.

Last night was another night of very interrupted sleep.  At this point I should probably give up caffeine entirely.  But alas, then how would I live?  I will instead go back to being much more diligent about not drinking coffee after noon, as that seemed to help before.

Heh, despite the overall tone of this post, I am actually quite cheerful.  I have a shiny new notebook, I got to work early, I'm wearing a ridiculous sweater.