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Why do I donate blood? I just finished giving my 3rd pint since moving out here, but I always find myself wondering why I'm there in the first place. I always have this nervous anxiety up until they stick the big needle in me, but yet I inexplicably keep coming back. Maybe it's the hottie volunteer nurse ladies? Or the random coupons for free food & drink. The spread of Grandma's cookies sure doesn't hurt either. Whatever it is, I always feel good afterwards - kind of like when I work out. I suppose I should mention that I'm "writing" this post on the Tablet in Notepad. The plan was to sit outside Borders with the dog and connect via T-Mobile, but they don't have any chairs out as it is rainy. Instead, I am huddled under an awning at a nearby Dress Barn with Pekoe's leash strapped to my thigh. He is thoroughly entertained by passing vehicles/pedestrians, while I'm trying desperately to keep the high tech equipment semi-dry. Hope your evenings are as action-packed as mine...
posted by Brad at 4/27/2005 10:33:00 PM | permalink |
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