As the title suggests, I can't sleep, I'm feeling sickly, and here's some Random Randomness©.

I took some of this truly disgusting Theraflu warming night time shiznit about two hours ago. Why am I still awake AND feeling like shit? I'm half tempted to call the people who make that junk and tell 'em what I think of their product. I would take some NyQuil since I know that junk will knock me out, but I can't now. I have to wait two more hours! MEH!

My daughter is doing so well in school...I'm so proud of her. She's actually doing so well that she was one of only three kids in here ENTIRE school to get 4 tickets to a Portland Winter Hawks game! They're a professional hockey team out of Portland...which is only like 15 minutes away from us. Well, although Lonnie, Jameson, and I are all feeling like we've been hit by Mack trucks, we weren't about to turn down a free game, so we all toughed it out and attended the game tonight. It was awesome! I had so much fun...we all did. Of course, I totally forgot my camera. The one time I really wanted it, I didn't have it. Figures. Anyway, our team lost to Seattle by one point, but that's okay. We still had a great time and want to go again really soon. As soon as we can afford it, really.

I still feel all tripped out when I hear 'em say "President Obama" on TV. It STILL hasn't sunken in yet.

I feel like a lazy piece of crap for not going to the gym over the past two days, but I just don't feel up to it. I almost feel like I'm using being sick as an excuse, but is it really? I mean, it wouldn't be too wise to go work up a sweat when I'm feeling like shit, would it?

I hate hearing someone with an accent and having NO idea what kind of accent it is. It drives me totally nuts. I want to know where the person is from, but that'd just be rude to go up to them and be all, "Ummm, what nationality are you?" So, I just drive myself nuts wondering for an entire day.

I STILL need to get the pictures of Lonnie's birthday shindig posted. Some of them are hilarious...I just gotta post 'em. I'll have to do that tomorrow if I'm feeling up to it.

I don't drink beer anymore, but I noticed at the concession stand at the game earlier that they want $7 for a glass of beer! Seven bucks? Screw that! If I were a beer drinker, I'd be smuggling that shiznit in.

Speaking of smuggling, they made me open my purse and flashed a flashlight in there before they let me into the game. I hated that. There was nothing in there of interest, but still...I felt all violated and whatnot.

I have an Optometrist appointment next week. I'm stoked! I cannot wait! I want new glasses SO badly. I already know exactly what kind I want...I just hope they'll have 'em. No matter which ones I get, I'll post a picture with me in 'em so you can see my nerdy self.

I just heard on the news that they're going nuts in Ireland. Ummm, Conor? You're not bombing shit, are you? You were supposed to wait for me! Seriously, though...apparently they killed a couple British soldiers. Not cool. Can't we all just get along?

That was Rodney King, BTW...for those of you who don't know who the Hell it was.

Rodney King is on Celebrity Rehab. Evidently, after the whole police beating thing, he turned to boozin' it up and is now an alcoholic. Poor guy. Not a fun issue to deal with...either issue, really.

I have the news playing in the background...that's why I'm jiving about current events. I should shut that junk off. I never watch/listen to it. All it does is upset me and get me all bummed out. I hate what the world has turned into.

I talked to my brother, John, on the phone the other night. It was so nice to talk with him again. I never would have thought I'd say that, but we've both grown up a lot. He's now 40 years old and I'm 35. I think it's about time to bury the hatchet...although I'm not exactly sure why there was a hatchet in the first place. I guess it was always that we were just so different that we couldn't stand each other. We've always been pretty opposite in every way. The older we get, though, the more we have in common. I suppose that was bound to happen - it just seems weird to say that I really miss my brother. We really hated each other while growin up. He lives in Arizona, but said he might be making a trip to Seattle in the relatively near future, so maybe I'll have to take a drive up there to see him. That'd be cool...and, of course, I will have to take pictures and post 'em.

Lonnie's snoring. I'm so jealous. I wish I could sleep. I'm happy that he's sleeping, though. The poor guy's sicker than a freakin' dog.

My doctor recommended that I start on Medical Marijuana for my chronic pain issues. I'm undecided. First of all, I don't know how well it'd help kill the pain...and secondly, I don't want to gain weight from having constant munchies! When you get a Green Card (that's the little license they give you in order to have the stuff legally), you're allowed to have 8 ounces of the junk at a time. EIGHT! Oh, and up to six plants. That's A LOT of freakin' weed. All I can think about is how hungry I'd be. I think I'd almost rather be in pain than have to fight the munchies, ya' know? I have eating disorder issues...the last thing I need is something to make me an even bigger fat-ass!

Meh...I guess I should attempt to lay down and get sleep. I already know what'll happen, though. I'll just lay there and kill enough time 'til I can take that freakin' NyQuil and FINALLY get some sleep. Insomnia totally blows. Ambien doesn't even put me to sleep! If someone like my Mom took that junk, she'd be asleep for a week! Having huge tolerances to meds totally blows ass.

Yeah, so anyway...I'll be on regularly again either tomorrow or Monday. Monday for sure. I have no choice but to get work done on Monday - no matter how I feel, so I'll catch up with all of you then...if not sooner.