And as I've told Lisa/TogetherAgain, I think my heart is divided up into four Muppet containing champbers: Gonzo, Boober, Bunsen and Uncle Deadly. Meaning that my top left ventricle is always on the brink of catching fire, exploding, or being shot out of a cannon while balancing fourteen coasters, a walkie talkie and a stapler, the lower left ventricle is spick and span and smells of dish soap, the upper right is constantly undergoing scientific experimentation, and the lower right is dead.
Yup, that's me in a nut shell. Or, in a heart rather.