Can I get some cheese with this whine?

I usually love Sunday mornings.

Today I have a list of complaints:
  • My back hurts. I felt like an old man putting on my damn underpants.
  • My right ring finger is swollen, sore and won't bend. And I am going shooting.
  • One of my molars is cracked right down the middle. Soft food only till fixed.
  • My seasonal allergies are making my eyes and sinuses itch.
  • Hemorrhoids are threatening.
  • Eric is still dead.
  • Worst of all... There is no new Scifi on my Tivo!
--Dammit!

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