Crabby.

Today I feel crabby. 
Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.

Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.

Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.

Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.

Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.Crabby.

2:21 PM

The crabbiness continues, but I've come up with some music to go with it:

Verse #1:
If you're crabby and you know it, paint a wall.
If your're crabby and you know it, paint a wall.
If you're crabby and you know it, then the wall will surely show it.
If you're crabby and you know it, paint a wall.

Verse #2:
If you're crabby and you know it, take a nap...

I'll let you know if I discover any other cures!