Shit...

[tallulahgs]

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.

Comments

[lycoris.livejournal.com]

You sound terribly ill. My advice - go to bed. Screw work, they understand when people are ill. If you see this, do you want me to phone tonight or not?

[tallulahgs]

I don't feel ill exactly, just... thick. Very thick. And yeah, phone tonight; if I don't want to talk I'll tell you then.

[jenova12.livejournal.com]

At times like this, nothing beats sleep. Sleep is your best friend when feeling weird. (I'm trying to figure out how one would feel thick...^_^).

Work is work. It can be done later on. You need to get some sleep!

[tallulahgs]

Thanks! About to take your advice!