Sunday, November 23, 2003
I donated my blood yesterday. The t-shirt the people gave me is very gigantic and very white. I feel like the Grand Wizard. Anyhow, I told the blood-drawing lady about my last experience, during which my blood didn't flow and they pulled the needle out of my vein before the bag filled more than an eighth full. She looked at the other arm (my right) and exclaimed, "Ooh, this vein looks juicy!" That made me feel better, if somewhat awkward. Things progressed more smoothly this time, except that I felt faint as she capped off my blood flow. After I ate juice and cookies, I felt better. Cookies always make me feel better, unless they are bad cookies.at 3:42 PM
I showed everyone my blood hole. My aunt, uncle, and cousins were all impressed and, I'm certain, quite jealous (though none of them mentioned as much).
I need to study for my microeconomics exam (which occurs tomorrow). I forgot to read two of the chapters, plus I skipped a class or two. I can get away with doing one or the other of these bad, bad things, but not both.
My grandmother (Keith) sent me an e-mail today. I will send her one back with present requests.
