Partially, I'm feeling sorry for myself. Which I hate... and it makes me cranky because I'm annoyed at *myself*.
Partially, I just feel like Rupert Usher stuck in a pit of steel wool.
All sorts of reasons for this. Blah. BLAH.
and so the fact that this tracking number doesn't work and it's 4:30 and there's still no package is starting to really grate.