I think my craziness yesterday and today was the result of too little sleep for two weeks, because I just crashed. This evening we had a lecture about health care, some old guy talking. The moment my ass hit the chair it was like someone had poured dough into my brain and mixed it with a handmixer. The guy didn't even have the chance to start talking. I spent an hour desperately keeping myself awake to keep some sort of self pride and respect towards him, but I think it showed a lot, i was basically reeling around in my chair. -_- My head was spinning most of the time and when I moved my hands and feet it was really hard to keep a sense of where they were. As for now, I've escaped to my room. My lamp just died, but whatever. I'm thinking I should do something to kick my brain back into action and then go to bed early. (And why I'm blogging instead of doing that, I do not know.)
Apparantly I get cute and frantic when I'm about to die. Good to know that's a sign, but unfortunately I'm probably too cute and frantic to do something about it if it ever happens again.
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