March 22nd, 2005

2001 (HAL 9000 eye)

“What a *disgusting* disease...”

I think I have now officially exhausted the entertainment value of the 'flu. Actually, I think I'd exhausted it as of about midnight on Friday.

Assuming I'm finally well enough to go back to work tomorrow, I'm supposed to meet with my boss to discuss my goals. I think this meeting may need to be postponed, however, since right now the only goals I give a damn about are things like "Sleep for more than two hours a night" and "Eat solid food" and "Stop hurting everywhere".