Shit...

My brain is actually not working. My head is full of mucus, swollen glands, and the effects of painkillers (they hit me very hard today - I was shaking so much I had to sit digging my nails into my arms, and felt trembly whenever I wasn't writing something down, hence the reason my vectors notes have the lyrics to Sonic The Hedgehog - Fastest Thing Alive written in the margin). My mother thinks I may be really ill... I was doubting it, but now I can't work and I hate it when I have free time and no work to do in it because I can't think properly. (Hence the updating of livejournal.)
And now I can't think of anything else to say.