Icebox Records

so I went to the brain peo­ple today.  They stuck all these lit­tle wires to my head, had me lie back and do things, like breath­ing heavy until I got dizzy, flash­ing strobe lights at my eyes, try­ing to sleep, blah blah blah.  They said I seemed fine, no epilepsy, brain can­cer, retardation…but now they wanna stick all those elec­trodes to me again and have me walk around with them for a whole day, feed­ing infor­ma­tion into a lit­tle pocket-sized recorder.  This’ll be hap­pen­ing a month from now.  No doubt there’ll be pic­tures and count­less jour­nal entries of my wry whining.