Someone Call the Waaaambulance

So..I'm going to do some minor and (hopefully) mildly entertaining whining for a moment. My week has been probably one of the crappiest I've had in a while. This opinion hasn't been spurred from huge offenses, but small nettling events that have created a fog of downer to hang around me.

1. I was VERY smug about completing both my Federal and State taxes really effing early. I come home on Monday to find an errant W-2 waiting for me and have to spend 5 hours redoing my taxes.
2. Found a thread of bicycle brake cable in my toe same night (volunteer at bike ed. space on Mondays) and had to get a tetanus shot the next morning. Arm hurts like a mother.
3. Purchased an iPhone case with Apple gift certificate--also feeling smug about protecting precious possession. Accidentally sent this to my OLD JOB, which is incredibly awkward as I was laid off right before Christmas in 2007, and the owners are nut jobs that made me bury a dead pet bird in their backyard. I'll have you know my job title was "writer" there.
4. Started feeling sick on Monday, and the cold has come to a huge, mean-spirited, achy head. [Pun intended--I do what I want].
5. I bought an expensive film negative scanner, giggled like a little girl (in a little dress, little saddle shoes, little pigtails) and upon trying to use it found it wasn't compatible with my computer system.
6. I had to pick up lunch for a meeting and it was--SURPRISE!--20 pounds of BBQ. For meat eaters, consider this hypothetical: there is a food you absolutely abhor. The stench makes you want to vomit. You have to pick up a ton of this steaming food and put it in your hatchback which now reeks despite keeping your windows down.

I'm feeling a serious connection with Eeyore at the moment. My only consolation has been reading www.passiveaggressivenotes.com for hours on end, the content of which is actually pretty damn funny.