it's not fun to be a robot

i haven't been feeling well. mostly i've just been tired and my heart was misbehaving. finally, i ended up going into some kinda fibrillation (sp?) and decided it was time to stop ignoring it and go to the doctor. for all of you healthy-hearted people, that have no idea what i'm talking about. imagine if someone replaced your heart with a hello kitty "massager" and you get the idea.



so anyway the result of this visit was a referal to the cardiologist and a nifty little ipod-sized box with white and black wires that i attach to my chest. i am supposed to go around for a month like this. you wouldn't think it would matter so much, but it does to me. i get up. i shower. i snap wires to my chest. i walk out into the world just waiting for some uptight tourist on the subway to see wires dangling out of my shirt and try out all those secret ninja moves he's been practicing to use on the terrorist since september 11th. then i will zap him with my laser eyes!