Fried Brain

So I had my first exam today, English Literature, I did okay (I was terrible with The Crucible and the unseen text, only wrote 2 and a half pages each for them D: but I smashed True History of the Kelly Gang so that will average out to about 60% which is only 25% below my average so not too bad considering how awful I am at exams) 

But for the past couple of days I swear to god I have been crazy, my brain is not functioning well at all.

Example: I was reading through an extract to practice writing a thesis for an analytical essay, and it said "they're a bunch of emos, don't hang with them" but I read it as "a bunch of emus" and didn't even question it. It was only after reading the second sample text that I realised that "a bunch of emus" doesn't make sense. My first thought was: wait, there are no emus in America. It took me another minute to realise that there are no goddamn emus in any highschool in any city anywhere. But my brain just accepted the fact that these bitchy kids were telling people not to be friends with emus, because that is some pretty sound advice, but I just didn't question it for a single second. I was literally goining to use that quote in the practice essay.

But oh no, it doesn't stop there. Because just after I realised that "emu" makes no sense, I looked at the clock and saw it was 7:30pm, at which point I nearly screamed and I sprinted around my house yelling about how I was gonna be late for netball training, making my family extremely confused because we don't have netball on Sunday, Monday is when I have netball training. But I honestly thought it was Monday and was constructing an apology in my head for my netball coach for being late. After my mum reminded me that it was Sunday and not Monday I just started laughing, and then I started crying. I don't remember anything after thatm but the next thing I know I'm on the internet researching the normal pay rate for prostitutes (???)

And the worst of it is that I am in a mood where I know I could easily smash out a oneshot, like I could just write a 4,000 word fic right now no problem and it would only take me an hour tops because I know I could do it really fast and have it still be decent enough to post. But I just can't for the life of me think of something to write, a lack of ideas has never, ever been a problem for me. On a normal day I would have like 5 ideas floating around in my head, I just lack motivation to write them down. But now I suddenly feel like I can write an entire novel, yet I can't think about anything but stage directions, Emmett Till, the Gracchi and the goddamn mitochondria. 

Ugh I hate everything right now.

***Edit: went to microwave a muffin so it was warm when i ate it, put the thing on for 30 minutes instead of 30 seconds, didn't realise, i just watched the microwave spin for 10 minutes thinking it was the slowest 10 seconds ever. My muffin is really hot. this is really distressing, ok guys?