If everyone was original, no one would understand anything.
I can’t even begin to describe how bad I feel. Between last night’s evacuation and not being able to shower because of all these fucking wires, let’s just say I’m not a happy camper.
Here’s a picture of dead corn.
Can’t say I’d recommend the Holter monitor, or any kind of monitor. It’s uncomfortable and restrictive. It’s also a weird feeling, psychology. I feel like an experiment.
I’m sitting on the floor in the apartment lobby. The building has just been evacuated. People are milling about in their pajamas, most of them quiet. Some of them are sleeping. The alarm woke me just after midnight. I had been asleep an hour, maybe two… now I feel lightheaded. This is all I need. There’s never enough time in an emergency. I’m wearing sweats, a winter coat and thinking, this is how it ends: surrounded by strangers in a hoodie. I feel like hell. Life is messy. I almost forgot about the wires attached to my chest. Earlier in the day, I was fitted with a holter monitor. It’s a device that checks your heartbeat. Seems mine has been skipping some, always looking for a shortcut I guess. Walking down ten flights of stairs doesn’t exactly help… The firemen don’t look too worried. One of the cops is laughing about something -first responders don’t tell you anything. I’m getting weak and I’m thinking, what does an aneurysm feel like? This is life. Things happen. One minute you’re dreaming of an ocean, the next thing you know you’re on the floor of a building. This is life: sometimes it’s messy. Or maybe I’m just dreaming.
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