so how i feel

heatherfeather once again comes up with an away message that hits home. how does she always manage to do that? it's like she can read my mind.

speaking of mind reading, i had an EEG this morning. first of all, i recommend never going to the hospital by yourself--way too scary and depressing.
the EEG test was gross. well, not the test itself. see, they have to GLUE 22 electrodes to your scalp so you feel like you have rubber cement in your hair, literally. even after the technician scrubs it out, it's still there. and when you have to take the bus home (because, hello, you can't drive until june 28 which remains a major pain in the ass!) the glue has a chance to dry and harden.
but i wondered during the test if she could tell what i was thinking by my brain waves. not like mind reading per se but like if i was thinking something happy or sad (or dirty).