I don't know. Is it the result of carrying three children past thier due dates? Is it the result of carrying said children around on my hip upon thier emergence into this big world? Is it from my crappy mattress? Is it the result of years of horrible posture? I suppose that it is a combination of all of these.
Whatever it is, it's really messing with my usually pleasant disposition. I just snapped at my boss twice, and I suspect that if he says something else stupid to me today, I'll do it again. I just feel really run down.
Maybe I'll go look at some yarn porn. Or download more patterns to add to the giant stack. I don't know, even those usually diverting activities don't sound all that exciting to me today.