sheer potentiality

You know what they should have? Along with normal blood donation they should have Extreme Blood Donation. The idea of Extreme Blood Donation is that instead of just taking one pint, they take as much blood as they can until you pass out. If there’s some sort of medical emergency, they feed your blood back into you.

It would make an awesome contest, and if there were doctors and such around it would probably be pretty safe. Still, it would be a liability nightmare. But since when should that stop a fun time?

I’m in class (and late to class) after donating a pint of blood. I feel fine, actually—a bit woozy but not too bad. I will say that I don’t feel as alert and upbeat as I did before, but I’ll still be able to do what I need for the rest of the day.

I just finished the questionnaire. They asked if I was gay, if I was a prostitute, if I was a gay prostitute, if I’ve had sex with a gay man, if I’ve had sex with a prostitute, and if I’ve had sex with a gay prostitute. Among other things.

I guess the best way to disqualify yourself is to have sex with a gay prostitute from Nigeria since 1977 while high on intravenous drugs.

I’m number 62. They just called number 59 to sit behind the blue shield, which is what happens before you sit in the comfy chair and bleed.

Well, I’m here at the Compton Union Building getting ready to donate blood to the Inland Northwest Blood Center. I’ll blog again after I’ve bled so you’ll find out how well I can take it.