Somedays are good, some are bad, and on some you break even...

I have a cold. Not one of those lame ass take a day off and sleep and it's gone colds, but one of those reach into your own throat and scratch it cause it feels better kind of colds. The ones where drilling a hole into your own sinus cavity with a craftsman drill sounds like a good idea. That's the kind of cold I have, the ones that make you all paranoid thinking you have the flu, or better yet, West Nile virus.

So now you're grossed out and you're saying "WTF? Why the hell do I care?" Well, actually, I'm pretty sure you don't, but it makes a good lead in to my day.

I got up this morning and I didn't feel good. In fact, I felt miserable, but since I have no job, and therefore nothing to do, I figured I broke even so I shouldn't complain. I cleaned the house, walked the dogs, checked my email [side note: Dawn commented on my blog, which means I'm now big time. She also didn't sound pissed about the fact that I said she had her head up her ass when it came to American Idol, and to top it all off, she added me to the potential stalkers list!], and then went out with my mom to help her do some errands.

Cut to my little sister coming home from school, needing to go out and get some supplies for school. My mom had been lecturing her about the new school year and such, so I tried to get her out of the house and help end the lecture. No luck. Lecture continues, sister cries, time elapses, and finally she was saved by a visit from my grandmother. She and I left to get her stuff.

So I give her the big brother lecture: I'm older now, if I could do it again, sure I would, but you can't always do things again. Do it right the first time, its better that way. The whole time I'm talking though, I can see myself getting the same lecture from my mom, nodding my head, and the whole time thinking "Shut the fuck up already. You don't know everything and I don't feel like listening to you. La la la la la la". Now, don't get me wrong, I never said any if that cause I still wouldn't have been able to find all of my teeth even after six years of looking. I still thought it though. And now, being older and "wiser" I know I was wrong and I should have listened. So I try to share that with my sister. But, deep down, I know she won't get it until she grows up more. That's how life is.

So we finish her errands, and we come home. I still don't feel good, but you know, there are people a lot sicker than me and they don't complain, so I suck it up. Eat dinner, and then get ready for American Idol.

It comes on, and I'm impressed. It seems that since being elimination meant getting your voice box removed and having it replaced with a bionic voice box capable of keeping even Nikki in tune with everyone else. I found myself thinking, "Who the hell are these people and where'd they come from? Good Lord!" We finally get around to the announcing of the winner, it's Kelly, and I'm pretty happy for her. She deserved it. I'm looking forward to her career. Maybe I'll join blogcritics so I can write a review or something.

The bad news? The Red Sox lost game three against the Yankees. Bastards.

So I'm done watching TV, and I reach into my pocket and find the phone number of this girl who I met last week. I give her a call, she's busy this weekend, but she'll be free next week. I'm pretty excited cause it'll be nice to get out of the house for a while and to hang out with someone my own age.

Overall, it turned out to be a good day. No exploding diet cokes, no offended people emailed me, Kelly Clarkson won (and even though google thinks so, I still have no porn featuring her), and I'm going out next week. Now if I only had a job.