I had to get blood drawn yesterday. I am a wimp. There are only two things that saved me from being completely irrational and hysterical. First, I got a purple bandage. Second, the man who drew my blood talked to me about Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings and was reading Wheel of Time.
Up until this point I was seriously considering giving plasma. Nothing wrong with an extra thirty dollars a week, right? Wrong. About five seconds before the needle plunged into my skin I realized no amount of money was worth this trauma on a weekly basis.
I'll stick to minimum wage.
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