First my PDA still wouldn't show an sign of life even though it was fully charged. Then I couldn't motivate myself to leave the house until two hours later than I should have. When I arrived at work, I saw the remains of a breakfast buffet kindly provided by three co-workers who had had birthdays more or less recently -- and a co-worker from my office told me, "You really missed something; today was the best breakfast buffet I've had so far since I've been in this company." Argh. (Though at least there was still food left, even if the best bits were probably long gone.) And I don't know what exactly I'm going to be doing today.
On a lighter note, I'm glad I don't feel like this every day.