It sure as hell felt like I was a car being hot-wired (a mini cooper, since I'm soo fucking cute) with all the stuff stuck to my skull, face and the rest of my body.
This is how getting a weave must feel like.
Spent the night at the SMA Sleep Center to find out what's been causing me to not sleep well (if at all!). The room, as clean as it was, still looked like the Holiday Inn had set up shop inside a hospital ward.
I don't know how, without the help of a sedative, these doctors assume one can sleep with all these contraptions stuck to your entire body.
Somehow, I did manage to doze off. That had more to do with my loooooong weekend than anything else(and boy, do I have stories to tell!).
Now if that's not tragically comical enough for you, try making small talk (morning breath and all) in your feeble attempt to distract the attendant from your morning woody as he yanks every single wire that had been taped to your body for the last seven hours.
Tragic, I tell ya. Tragic!
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