Ick. Sore throats suck. I'm probably going to cough up a lung in my sleep. Coughing makes my chin itch, which is pretty weird.

There will eventually come a point in my life, where I will be working, but not for any particular reason. I will be finished with school, and I will just be working to pay the bills. I will have the nights and the weekends to enjoy myself. I will have no particular goal, I will just be working, helping my employer make more money, while amassing my own little pile of money. I won't be trying to achieve any goal, I won't be doing anything, except working. I'm not looking forward to this.

I don't want to end up working just for the sake of making another person money. I don't want to be lying on my death bed, and the only thing I'll be able to say is, "Well, I sure made Bob's Company a heckuva lot of money." I guess it all depends on how one looks at things, though.

Oh well, off to bed. Goodnight everyone.