Not so much a complaint list as a catalog of the regular aches and pains of my existence.

My right shoulder hurts. I pulled a muscle and I have no idea how. It's slowly healing after like a week and a half. I can't lift my arm over my head without feeling serious pain. Last week it was bad enough that I was eating and typing with my left hand, and sometimes I would use my left to shift gears in my car.

The knuckle of my middle finger on my right hand has a dull ache. Maybe I've just stretched it when trying not to move my shoulder too much.

This freckin cough is still lingering. It's much better but I've been coughing since February. I finally got some antibiotics a couple of weeks ago, but even after they were gone the cough is still here.

I'm tired all the time. I get home at night, and all I want to do is sleep lately. Work isn't stressing me as much as it was a couple of months ago, but I get this exhausted feeling a lot.

I'm hungry. I can't seem to maintain my current weight without feeling hungry a lot of the time. In fact, I've put on five pounds over the winter. So now I'll have to be hungry even more often.

My feet ache. Every time I get up in the morning and stand, my ankles and soles give me this "fuck you" thing. It's been this way since at least my twenties. It's a mild ache, but there it is.

My eyeballs ache. Just this morning for some reason. I had a headache yesterday that I took some aspirin for, and maybe this is the leftover. Maybe I've been staring at the computer for too long.

It's still too freckin cold. It'll be about 35 degrees when I leave the house this morning. That's up about twenty from the weekend when we had about two inches of snow on the ground, but still enough to give me a jolt for a second when I step outside.

I have that irritating throb from not having had sex for too long. I've sometimes wondered if orgasm is just the absence of that constant background noise.

I hope this doesn't sound too whiny. Most of this stuff is hardly noticable, but I felt like chronicling it.