They're coming for me

During my MRI today, I think I got a tiny taste of what life as schitzophrenic could be (not really, not at all, but it is a cute anecdote and clearly the most adorable thing that happened today) like. For much of the 30 minutes, the machine just kept whispering to me "po po" and then again "po po." And trapped there- leg strapped in with my arms across my chest- I was a little freaked out.


I'm listening to:
David Bowie- Low