Ouch! I have an ache in my head

Hello there bloggers. (Invisible bloggers. Ghosts.Spirits. Whoever is looking at this.),
I´ve been very sick lately. But it is considerably AWESOME. I´ve been loosing some weight, I´ve had time for myself and for reading an excellent book. Speaking of books, I also missed today´s class because of one particular, special and numbing book. I probably shouldn´t publish this here, but I´ve been having some trouble with Don Quijote. I don´t really admire him, as it is. But I love the story, it´s so intelligent. So this being said, I´ll be stuck admiring him in silence, turning page after page after page of what could be a better spent evening. But, since my conscience forces me to admire this type of intellectual masterpieces, I will do so, without a single complaint.
Behold, and example of how can Don Quijote be insane and lost at times:

-La profesión de mi ejercicio no consiste ni permite que yo ande de otra manera; el buen paso, el regalo y el reposo, allá se inventó para los blandos cortesanos; mas el trabajo, la inquietud y las armas, sólo se inventaron e hicieron para aquellos que el mundo llama caballeros andantes, de los cuales yo, aunque indigno, soy el menor de todos.

[Wierd looks pointing everywhere]

Touché, Don Quixote, Touché

PS: I´ll be having windmill nightmares now, thank you. That´s not even healthy.