PHRONTISTERIES

So just to finish up my floor plan, I painstakingly tortured myself through a night with block nose phlegm and headache. Like yes I finally fell super sick but I cannot fucking rest at all. I can't even eat the medicine to get well. If I eat the paracetamol and cough syrup and flu tablet at the same time I'll be fucking high like a drunkard and I won't even think properly, let alone draw straight lines.

I hope Suhan pities me and actually allow me to consult her tomorrow, then today I can actually eat my meds and not worry about any shit at all. I feel super angsty, and super frustrated how we the eighteens year olds, friends and buddies and all had to live like this. I mean yes, the design passion strives you through. But have you ever thought that what if our machines breaks down one day and nothing can fix it?

I don't know I feel like my life has been shortened by fuck knows how many years just cos I didn't sleep for 3 days or I can only sleep on alternate nights. Just let me rant, and rant and rant and rant.