Oct 31, 2006 00:25
Went and donated plasma today. Very simple way to make twenty-five bucks. And there's nice men who keep me talking so I don't have to watch the needle go in. I saw the guy who first poked me last time. jerkface. Actually, the guy today couldn't get my left arm to go either, so I'm either going to have to start something that will build up the veins in that arm, or always lose use of my right arm during the donation. That means I could get a lot of reading done, but no writing, and that sucks.
It's a lot easier and a lot less scary the second time around. There were certainly more weirdos doing it today though. I knew eventually I wouldn't just see all the poor college kids, but I didn't realize that Monday night is poor-hick night. Ah, Ames and cheap money....
Martin has decided that he's my "go to guy" when it comes to having bad weekends. I'm not sure that's entirely true, because if I could help it I just wouldn't have bad weekends. And yes, I know that there's no logical connection between those two sentences. Anyway, I can't help it if he made me feel feelings. Now he'll have to help me through feeling feelings, too. He won't be doing it alone though, because tomorrow I'm calling up the student counseling people, and making an appointment. Something's not right, and it ought to be fixed up. Hopefully through talking, not drugs, but we'll see.