Poor me!

**WARNING! MUCH WHINING ENSUES**
So.  Here it is 5:31 a.m. and I've been awake for an hour already.  My frustration level, on a scale of 1 - 10, is at about a 15.  Maybe higher.  If I could crawl out of my skin, I would.  In fact, that feels vastly preferable.  To be a mindless, slimy slug-like thing rolling around in the dirt with nary a care or problem or worry.  Not that I have that many cares, problems or worries, mind you.  It just feels like it sometimes, ya know?  But then of course we all know what happens to slugs.  They get stepped on and squashed to jelly. 

The grandbaby didn't have such a good day yesterday.  We've been making forays into the shopping world and achieving some mild success at it.  At least not flat-out disasters in the making.  Yesterday I had to return 2 research books to the library, drop off a catalog at the office of a friend, and then I was going to run into the nearest super-drugstore for a few minutes of fun nail-polishing supply shopping.  HAH!  I say.  HAH!  5 minutes into the 15 minute car ride, it's plain that this isn't going to be fun at all.  Not even close to it.  He cried the whole time.  And what was super-frustrating is that it was the type of crying that said, "I'm physically ok.  Full tummy, just woke up.  I just don't want to be sitting in this car seat, so I'm going to make your life miserable.  Just because I can." 

Needless to say the fun part of the trip did not happen.  And when Grandbaby got home, he happily played on the floor for about 30 minutes with his toys.  So yeah.  It was called, Show Grandma's Who's Boss day. 

Then the email in the afternoon brought me just what I didn't want.  I shouldn't complain -- I *know* I shouldn't.  The editor who rejected my story gave me a very lengthy description of the reason why he thought the story failed and that I should re-write from the midpoint on.  I should be happy he thought enough of the story to sit down and write an email of that length.  I should.  In the end, I just feel incompetent.  Enough so to pack it all in.  I'm buggered.  (Have no idea what that really means in Brit usage, but it seems apt.)

Did I mention I didn't feel well yesterday either?  Please let today be better.

*END WHINE*

So does anyone know how to re-attach a key to a notepad keyboard?  My caps lock key popped off.  The good news is that I found it 3 days later, sitting on the seat of my recliner as if it'd been there all along.  Can't figure out how to stick it back on and I'm too lazy to call Toshiba.