Ok, this is the third day of this flu and it's starting to get boring.  I'm wasting a perfectly good weekend laying on the couch under 10 pounds of blankets. I wonder about people who have long running illnesses and have to suffer like this and much worse every day of their lives.  If I *had* to, could I go out and try to live a normal, happy life like this?  Some of these people manage it.  Makes me feel weak. Oh well, I know that getting healthy means being a slug fora while.  I have to get over my latent macho, save the world tendencies.  I'm where I belong.  I'm just sick and bored and I DON"T FREAKIN' LIKE IT!!!