"Hematoma City, Baby!"

Not me... my art professor from last semester got the same phlebotomist that I had at the Red Cross blood bank today. She had worse problems that I did.

I'm not sure yesterday wasn't Friday the 13th.

My Stick-Lady had to ride the needle like a gas pump nozzle whose handle wouldn't lock. Normally, I bleed so fast I frighten myself, but this time, not so much.

All that for some Famous Amos chocolate chip cookies.