The pooping. Still. Really a pain in the ass.
The whole I'm-not-getting-laid thing. Am I that repulsive? Oh wait, see #3.
The weight gain. Gah.
Have no money. Which means no vacation.
Also have no tan. Which is almost as bad as the not getting laid thing.
No meaningful relationships with the opposite sex. Not including the ones I've made up in my head.
My cat is getting old & is totally going to die soon. I've lost lovers, friends, family. Can something I love please not die?
No one loves me. Wah. Wah. Wah.
The Yankees bullpen. I know I don't have any control over this so bitching about it really is pointless but that's never stopped me.