True confessions of a moody and slightly sleepy woman

Ned Flanders : Homer, did you steal my air conditioner?
Homer : I know it looks bad Flanders, but he who is without sin casts the first stone
(Homer gets hit with a rock)
Rodd Flanders : I got him, Dad.
 
Today I am overwhelmed and underwhelmed.  I am impatient and frustrated.  I am freaking moody!  I've been spending my day screwing around to avoid (a) thinking in general and (b) working on things I really need to get done.  Unfortunately (a) is required for (b).  But let's not get into some Kantian logic here.
 
Before we go any further, I have a couple of confessions to make:
 
1) I've been listening to a lot of sappy, top 40 crap that is doing little else than fueling said moodiness.  It is helping me sleep, so there's a good justification.  But Vivaldi would help me sleep and I wouldn't walk around humming trash all day.
 
2) I worked on my book yesterday, editing like my fingers were on fire.  Now I feel stuck because I am ridiculously happy with what I've written so far and how the editing process is going and I'm continually sabotaging myself with self-doubt and this horrific self-criticism. 
 
So I am moody writer.  Everyones' favorite party guest.
 
But I've been kicking ass on getting my paperwork done.  I still have to comb through my garbage pile of a credit report and fill in the last bits of the online divorce forms.  And Idaho State University has stopped jerking me around on getting admitted to their school so I might just be able to take summer courses after all.
 
But I'm moody and a little sleepy and therefore kind of grumpy and I am considering just casting stones for the fun of it.
 
Click the title for a truly sappy song stuck in my head (I place the blame on the bestie who sent it to me on a mix tape)