I got in bed several hours ago. I watched CSI and then ER (which I’m glad I don’t watch anymore) and then lay in bed for another solid hour trying to doze off. Which is pretty unusual for me because once I get in bed, then I’m usually out in less than an hour. Unfortunately I couldn’t get my mind to turn off. Do you want to know one of the many things on my mind? Promise you won’t judge me. Promise?

I am severely devastated about The O.C. ending tonight. Now, most of the 3rd season sucked donkey ass. It angered me, it was so bad. I loved the show because it was campy and funny with just a little bit of drama thrown in for good measure. But season three was all bad drama. It sucked. So we didn’t even start watching it this season. (even though we were glad to see Marissa - the #1 drama-inducer - dead.) But I started reading that it was getting good again, as good as it had been during season one. So, we started watching again before Christmas. And tonight was the last episode. And I cried. I CRIED. I am so beyond lame it’s not even funny.

Although, to my credit, I am also stressing out about giving LilZ a lecture I’m not sure he deserved. I did the whole, “Don’t you talk to me with that tone, young man” song and dance. I’m not sure if it was (a) necessary (b) worth it or (c) effective. Sometimes I let stress affect my parenting (No!) and I may have just been stressing and taking it out on him which makes me feel like crap which keeps me from sleeping.

I also may be a little anxious about getting behind on my training. And just losing track of my general Get Healthy And Fit plan that I had been sticking to so well. I sat in bed going over all of the stuff I ate today. I ate a LOT. And I was even sick half of the day. But I sure made up for it during the other half, that’s for damn sure.

I don’t know. I’m just a little disappointed in this week, I guess. Crappy parenting. Crappy Eating. Crappy feeling. Craptastic Crappiness all around. I guess I’m glad it’s over. I’ll be done taking this damn antibiotic this weekend and I can (hopefully) get back to feeling relatively normal. My emotions should (hopefully) settle down and my ability to sleep will (hopefully) return.

Until then, anyone up for a game? I’m bored.

I was given a batch of reject pens to take home earlier this week. They were donated to the LilZ and Zoot Pen Addict collection. I took them to LilZ and told him to go through them first before I did, that way I wouldn’t have to put myself in a position where I take the good pen for myself or let him have it. Because we know who would win that argument.

LilZ came to me awhile later and said, “I decided to host Pen Idol. I’ve narrowed it down to the final 10. Now it’s up to you, the public, to decide.”

Pen Idol. How can you not love that kid?

I later spent some quality time with the final 10, seeing the extent of their talents. I decided on a fast and smooth writing UniBall to be this year’s Pen Idol. It was a close call though, that’s for sure.

PEN IDOL. Awesome.

So, I was going to write about how I’m still feeling like crap even after stopping that medication that I thought was making me feel like crap. Now I’m blaming the antibiotic which I have to take. Which sucks. But I was watching American Idol from last night, and now I want to say something else instead:

Dear Lakisha Jones,

I haven’t been watching American Idol religiously in years, but my son has gotten me hooked on you and told me I had to watch your performance from last night. Your performance last night and you made me cry. I mean, I cried you were so good. So I’d like to now lay something on the table: I’d like to have your babies.

Thank You,
Zoot.

Dear Flickr,

I am going to assume that this announcement is my gift for being so sweet to you in this entry. Emailed comment notifications is what I’ve been wanting for as long as we’ve been together. This may be presumptuous of me to assume this was intended as a sign of your love for me, but I like to think our relationship goes beyond words.

Thank you very much.

Yours truly,
Zoot

You know this kidney infection isn’t enough fun all by itself, right? They have to give me this “Pyridium” stuff (or the generic version, anyway). This is the not-blue-but-go-vols-orange-pee stuff I spoke of last entry. Dude - they need to put that warning on the bottle in brighter and bigger letters because that is simply disturbing.

But like many of you said, this stuff supposedly makes you nauseous if you take it on an empty stomach. But - I swear - I have not done that ONCE. I’ve eaten food every time, LOTS of food, but it is still making me feel like donkey balls. I haven’t vomited yet, but I definitely feel just crappy stomach issues. (No pun intended.) Of course it also says “Make cause dizziness” - or at least that’s what I think it does. It may mean “Eyes will produce tornadoes” if you interpret the graphic literally, but I think if that were a real side effect they’d spell that out because eye-producing tornadoes aren’t something to mess around with.

So it may be the “dizziness” that’s making me feel blech.

Sidenote - I think I have passed the TMI boundary a long time ago, so it’s all part of the Freedom of Information Act now. I mean, last year’s Valentine’s Day was much more graphic. At least I’m not discussing my romantic involvement with medical equipment. I just wanted to state that in case any of you newbies thought this type of discussion was isolated. IT’S NOT.

But you know what else it could be? That’s making me feel like ass? Besides the Pyridium? It could be that I got my DAMN PERIOD too. BAH. What kind of joke is this? Three days early? To coincide perfectly with the height of my kidney infection? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

Anyway. I just ate THREE packets of oatmeal to cushion my stomach before taking that damn Orange Pee Pill. I’m hoping that’s enough to prep my stomach for the next few hours. Of course, the 600mg of ibuprofen I took for my cramps my complicate the equation which means I’m just screwed. I think it will me be and a bottle of Pepto spending quality time together today.

Wait. That didn’t sound right.