My day:
I woke up at 6:30 AM, got to school at 8:05, started class at 8:15, trolled the webDip forum through my double econ (in my defense, others that don't have some form of entertainment simply resort to sleeping through class), ate lunch, talked with Pacers broadcaster Mark Boyle for an hour, went through the rest of my school day, worked out vigorously for an hour after school in preparation for my climb this winter, drove halfway home, almost got hit by a semi that ran a red light, drove the other halfway home, ate half a frozen pizza, went to work, worked five and a half hours (when I asked some woman "how's the food taste?" she responded "good, how about you?" and I managed to contain my laughter until I got back to the dish room), stayed thirty minutes after close for no particular reason, drove home, listened to my voicemail (apparently some gut from San Francisco is going through a nasty divorce and decided to vent to me. Called me a "lying whore" and a "bitch"), uploaded the message to my computer, posted it to Facebook (that's how much respect I have for people), got on here and wrote this massive ramble.
Maybe that'll explain why I'm a whiny bitch.
Other possible explanations: a) I'm a teenager, b) I'm tired as fuck, c) I have to work again in 6 hours, d) it's Yom Kippur tomorrow and my parents won't let me eat, e) I didn't get the scholarship I wanted from Northeastern, f) my newsfeed is still filled with idiots spouting 9/11 conspiracies.
Pick any and roll with it.