Confusion and blankness

I don’t think I’m well, and that’s that. My head is off into another world, when I touch something I can vaguely feel it, but not properly grip. My mind keeps running off and leaves me lying in bed not knowing what is going on. It took 4 hours for me to get up this morning, the same as the last week. I’m sleeping and sleeping, and not doing much else; I’m becoming very talented at staring into space! On wednesday, my exams start. I’m going to have to settle with 40% because I’m not here, I left my brain in Manchester and brought my body to my bed in Birmingham.

I’m permanently confused, I recognise my surroundings but I can’t remember where from; quite frustrating. I’m doing the bare minimum and even that isn’t enough. My work ethic of last week still needs to move 80 miles or so south, or Aston needs a bigger library. It’s a shame you don’t get marks for intention: I went to the library to try and get work done, to focus, but it was full; every desk taken. It seems I’m getting great at sleeping, but the French Revolution or Otto von Bismarck? Forget it!

I was meaning to go to the gym today, not a new years’ resolution technically, because I used to go all the time at home, but more of a losing the belly type thing, but after my legs nearly dying on my after 3 flights of stairs, I decided that wasn’t the best plan! Passing out in front of strangers? No thanks! It’s not that I’m eating badly: I ate well over christmas and regained my curves, and I want to keep them, just the fact that although having a belly is quite comfortable, my natural instinct tells me to quash it by 500 situps a day thank you very much! Thankfully, my motivation only stretches to sleeping, so I’m sure it’ll stay for a while.

Oh, and does anyone have 400 words I could borrow? Preferably in French…