I Have Goals

Since the Death Flu has robbed my of my health and possible sanity I have discovered I have new goals in life.  Yesterday my goals were, in order of importance: 1) Not die.  2) Not die before 10am so I could get some actual work done.  3) Not die before 12pm so I could go home and die watching the Tyra show like a normal person.  Guess what??!!  I accomplished everything I planned except that I lived through Tyra to face another day of Zombie Death Flu!  Yay!  I thought I felt better last night, which I did, but when I woke up this morning gasping from near-asphyxia due to severe congestion (Clever, clever flu.  A fake-out and a new symptom!  Awesome!) I knew I was very, very wrong.  I had pretty much the same goals as yesterday, but I felt like if I made it to Dr Phil to die, that would be an improvement.  So that was my goal.  Work until 3pm, which just seemed impossible.  I made an emergency run to the store for the drugs at 10am, but they made me feel so weird I couldn't tell if I was cured, high, the Pope, or all of the above.  I hate the cold medicines.  I was finally dismissed at 3pm.  Goal achieved!  Tomorrow I am going to try and work *gasp* a FULL WORKDAY!!!!  Krazaziness, I know.  Like a whole 8 hours??  Shut UP!