Warning: another whiny, self-involved, complaining post ahead. If you value your good mood, you'll skip it.

I don't generally believe in the bad luck supposedly inherent in Mondays, but mine is turning out to be bad in a stereotypical way. I was out much of the weekend, doing the social butterfly thing and today I'm paying for it. In a big way.

I'm tired. Bone tired. Dead tired. Can't keep my eyes open tired.
I'm allergic. Will I ever get to stop taking decongestants??
I can't move my neck. Stress or the way I slept last night, I don't know.

Waaa. Poor me.