Aug 262008
Remember how I was moaning yesterday about wanting a pair of booster rockets? Screw that. I want this guy’s exoskeleton. It looks bad-ass, like something you would wear to a showdown with Lex Luthor and his Legion of Doom. Maybe someone could outfit me with an exoskeleton tricked out with booster rockets, kind of like Iron Man. Except without the handsome multimillionaire on the inside.
My ventilator keeps alarming for no apparent reason. Perhaps it’s bored. Pushing breath after breath into me must get old after a while. I’d better give it some attention.
