For me, intellectual enquiry tends to end when I am reduced to this mess that lies in bed and uses tissues at a rate of 10 tissues/minute. For the past 5 days I was supposed to be studying, and everytime I try to I tend to fail. I have no energy to read anything or concentrate on Shakespeare or what have you. So I'm bracing myself for an ungraded on tomorrow's paper, especially because I will hardly be able to concentrate while sniffling away and weakened by fever.

I desperately, desperately hate being sick. Sigh.