Status Update Update

Feeling: the same, but I went to work regardless. This was out of necessity (I have limited sick time). And maybe vindictiveness (or practicality? I would sooner pass this on to certain colleagues than my family). And the sense of perverse excitement I get when I meet all of my deadlines (it's like finishing a Sudoku puzzle, but easier, and less satisfying), and the subsequent pat on the back. When I win the lottery and no longer have to work for a living, I will still need to define a set of arbitrary milestones for myself: taking out the trash, speed writing/vacuuming, potato peeling, manual spell-checking - all presented for your approval. Sense of accomplishment? More like an admittedly-needy need to hear positive feedback. Call me pathetic, but I need to know where I stand. And right now I'm standing in a pile of cats and H1N1-infected kleenex.