*whine*

The laundry machine pay-system is broken, and I am way too lazy to take my laundry to another building.

No queer guide to Carleton; no one has time/ interest, apparently.

I'm feeling allergic. (Probably to the cats I've been petting, so this is a dumb thing to complain about.)

Wow. I really don't have all that much to be cranky about, it seems. I feel so emo.