unclean! unclean!

The best explanation I can invent for the irritations of this morning is that some bastard crept in during the night and surgically implanted, without benefit of anasthetic, a small, continuously-active EMP grenade in the back of my neck. This explains the following:

• Waking up this morning with a massive back/neck ache, despite absolute absence of any physical exertion likely to cause same; I now cannot move my head left, right, up or down without wincing and curses.
• Switching on my computer to discover that it's had a total CMOS failure and refuses to boot up, although it's gamely trying every time the phone rings, which means it's overwritten all the bloody settings again; if my last CMOS battery failure was any indication, I'll have to replace the motherboard. Again.
• Trekking up to campus and switching on my campus computer, only to have a series of Windows crashes which caused me to have to reboot several times. Even now, while it has grudgingly consented to work, it hangs in an introspective and slightly threatening manner every few minutes.

Don't let me near any vital technology, people. I'm dangerous.

Levels of irritation are not being helped by internet withdrawal, hormones, a feminist seminar meeting at lunchtime, and the looming threat of Phase 2 of the Shire conflict resolution meeting this evening. Growl. Grump. Gaah.