I’m hungry!
I hate my new glasses (first time progressive lenses)!
I’m apathetic!
I wanna go home!
Waaaaah!
Last time I got bifocals I got progressive. Hated 'em. My new pair (which is on back order and won’t be in for two weeks beyond the original date promised) has the lines.
I wanna go home, too. And I don’t wanna work tomorrow morning before I leave for Portus, either. stoopid side effects of stoopid drugs giving me a stoopid rash and making me miss a day and a half of work last week, which left me without sufficient time to take off all day tomorrow.
S’posed to be the hottest day this year so far today; I have to ride my bike up a huge hill and then do my housekeeping gig. Waaah!
However, he’s the nicest man in the world, & the pay’s really good. Can’t complain actually.
Oooh, I know! A guy I’ve been seeing came over the other night, and told me he’s met his “musical soul mate”, almost 20 years younger than he is, and how he could easily fall “head over heels in love” with her.
Honestly, aren’t they giving guys brains anymore?
Did they ever? 
My complaint: I don’t want to go back to work. No no no.
I’m sleepy and my boss is an extreme dumbass.
I still have an hour of work but I actually wish I had more. My mother has called me six times today because her computer is acting strange and she has tried everything she knows, which is quite a lot, but she is still having problems.
She keeps calling me to google things for her which I don’t mind doing but I am at work. She asked me, What are you doing? I answered I am working because, I am at work. Then she asked if I had access to a computer which she knows I do. I have a work laptop for crying out loud.
I think she needs to shut down her system and take a nap but she keeps messing with it. I have to go over there after work and bring her an old system she let me borrow a year ago that I have tried to return several times but she told me just to leave it at my place. So now I have to haul it over there so she can at least get online.
I am not looking forward to that. Maybe I can talk my daughter into it. If I go I have a feeling I an going to be stuck there for hours.
Also I am hungry but I have no change or singles so I have to suffer with out a snack. I want some cheese to go with my whine!
I had problems with my system today, after a Microsoft update. My internet connection was cut off. I then learned that the problem was caused by my Zone Alarm firewall, that I can turn it off and the internet should load. Done.
Next I have to figure out how to tweak things so that I can have firewall and internet.
The wedding is in 22 days and I can’t get the fiance to do anything to help.
ANYTHING
I have to fix a frickin’ huge assembly model that is all corrupt and failing and I don’t know what the fck I’m doing!!!* AND IT"S SLOW!
I’m sleep deprived.
I am working in an understaffed call center.
I am emotionally exhausted.
I have to find a job in New Jersey.
My house is trashed.
My cat keeps coughing up hairballs on the living room rug.
WAAAAH!
I ordered something from Amazon.com on Monday night.
I chose 3-5 day shipping, and was given an USPS tracking number on Tuesday afternoon.
I checked it last night. Said that it was being shipped from Dallas.
I checked this morning.
Same thing.
Checked it right before I went to meet my friends for lunch. Now, it was being shipped from Delaware.
I came back from lunch, an hour later, and now it is being shipped from Dallas again.
I live in Dallas, so I thought, despite the 3 - 5 day “projected” time, it couldn’t take more than a day to travel across the city.
It’s not that I am in dire need of the package (“The Orange Box” for PS3), but I’d just like some predictability / consistency.
Pathetic?
I failed my actuarial exam. I’m so pissed.
Hey, I’ve got brains! They keep my skull from collapsing.
No, you’re not or you wouldn’t have posted this. 
In the past 6 weeks I have had two operations for a total of 13 hours on the table.
My heart has been in a-fib 3 times
My heart medicine makes me feel like I can’t get my breath (I see my cardiologist about this tomorrow.)
I am so weak and tired I can barely stand it.
I am in a deep funk
I am out of sick leave and vacation. I now have to take leave without pay.
For the first time since I can remember, I don’t even want to go back - I’m that apathetic about every thing.
All my docs promise I *will *get better and feel normal again - but damn if I can get my heart around believing it.
I am a big old sack of whine.
Ugh - more to add:
My ex’s lawyer sent me a letter rejecting two of three changes I wanted to the pending legal changes.
I spent so much time writing and rewriting the response that I missed lunch.
Khadaji, whine away - you’ve earned it.
My stupid doctor won’t go over abnormal pap smear results over the phone!
My Darling Marcie is on medical leave and I still cannot work because of my back problems. So, she and I are stuck in the same house with both of us being sick and whiny. We haven’t spent this much time together since our honeymoon 12 years ago and we didn’t talk much then. I’m not sure I’ll survive our retirement unless one of us finds a hobby that will keep me/she outdoors twenty hours a day.
I had an extended and engaging conversation with two very charming and attractive ladies at a party the other night. I did not get a phone number from either of them. I ran into both of them today. Again, I did not get a phone number. I have been single for eight months and am tired of it, but I don’t have the balls to risk rejection.
I can’t afford to get a car like I’ve been saving up for, thanks to some fiscal irresponsibility (and unforeseen expenses).
The light at the end of my tunnel is the fact that classes start up in about a month and a half. Yay! Then I can graduate and… go to grad school. Gorram it. I’m about tired of being a student, but what can you do with just a B.A. in Anthropology and a minor in German Lit?
I’ve been rather depressed lately, and have been self-medicating Jamaican-style. Unfortunately, the munchies and torpor have been causing me to lose my formerly marvellous physique. I must stop smoking and start exercising again, but I lack the motivation.
Waiter! I think I’ll have another bottle of whine!
I’m moving. I hate moving.
My new house has issues. My old house was perfect.
The seller’s agent LIED TO ME.
The paint for the living room, after purchase, turned out to be the color of a Band-Aid. Wah!
Did I mentiont that I hate moving? I can’t find anything!
I envy my cats. They get to go to jail for a couple of days, and then when they get out they’ll have a new home, all moved in. No effort on their part whatsoever! Being colorblind, they will not mind that the living room walls are the color of a Band-Aid.
I would go to jail for a couple of days for that. (No effort, not colorblindness.)