I am getting too light headed. Some imbecile has been on an overly successful spree of pumping Helium gas into my mind. No doubt, Helium gas, being noble, does not react with any of my thought processes. What it simply does is to damp my thought processing system, so much so that the natural frequency of my aptitude changes and no longer corresponds to its driving frequency. This results in a dearth of extraordinary sparks of brillance. Besides, those deplorable Helium molecules have transformed me into an air-headed nitwit, going hoo-haa over pink hair accessories and glittery sandals. I would have well appreciated this change, if not for the close proximity to my preliminary exams, whereby absolute concentration on my studies is well required. In any case, I have to halt that golem as soon as possible and get my feet back on the ground, before my crown succumbs to that incessent pressure from within, just like they do in Theme Hospital.