Ugh. I don't want you to think I'm moaning today, but I'm not sure I'm very well. Sorry, Americans, that probably sounded weird to you guys - that's an understated, backwards and needlessly complex British way of saying I'm sick. Or at least I think I'm sick.
I feel like I've lost all my energy and I keep flipping between being baking hot and freezing cold or sometimes both, like an arctic roll.
I went to Starbucks today to do a bit of quiz revision, and also to give the Times crossword a go. For some reason, I failed miserably and only got two clues in about two hours. Then I watched another old episode of Fifteen to One (a quiz show), in the hope that I might learn some things. It was really old - one question was about the price of a second class stamp, which turned out to be 19p. Another question asked the contestant to name either of the two female members of the cabinet.
Weirdly, I consistently score around 60% on Fifteen to One. I don't know whether it's just a really good quiz with a huge spread of topics or whether I just know 60% of all things.* 60% seems like enough to get by, but it's not really all that useful - it's sort of stuck between average and good, isn't it? - the second class degree or the two-thirds full glass.
I went home and collapsed, listening to the radio. I feel like I'm empty, functioning at way less than my normal operating capacity. It's weird - I'm not ill ill; I'm not curled up under the duvet shivering or dashing off to the bathroom like I did that time Gary Lineker was fixing our shower - nope, I'm just feeling a bit feeble, as though everything is running at... well, I suppose at around 60%.
*seems unlikely doesn't it?
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