Tomorrow is the DAY

I came home last night with a sore throat and tired. My kid is sick, the old man just had his molar and wisdom tooth ripped out of his mouth. I didn't stress. I delegated. I got Thera flu, vitamin C tabs, Zycam and went to bed. There are no excuses. There is just doing. I'll sing with a plugged up nose, snot dripping out of my head, whatever. I'm in it to win it. I slept to 1 p.m. today and I went to get my hair done, shopped for shoes and got all my stuff ready for tomorrow. This is my time. I'm not afraid. I know where I belong. I'm gonna kill em tomorrow or die tryin'.