For the record I managed to get off my ass and stop complaining. I spent 2.5 hours at work, and the chapter I was worried about is almost done. So that's good. My head feels fuzzy and my neck hurts from holding it funny, but at least the urge to run far away (where the bad paperwork can't hurt me anymore) has subsided.

Time for laundry, I guess. Who said my life isn't glamorous? Because it's a thrill a minute, I tell you what.