Blip · 28/08/2008 11:56 pm by Bron
the last few weeks have been a blur- of noise, and a little fury. but somehow I’m still afloat. A bobbing apple in a bucket. I made myself sick with the stress. there’s been that fire in my gut, and those sleepless nights again. When for a while there I’d almost forgotten them.
I need to have my moles checked. there’s a few that are a little scary. but I’ve been saying that for a while now. Like i do with my work, some of these things in my life just get missed by the radar. and then those itty bitty blips have turned into bombshells.
the cleaner approached me the other night as I was leaving the building about 7- always seems a bit creepy, I can’t tell for sure if he’s angry yelling at me in his thickly accented broken english, or if he’s showing concern in some misunderstood way. but he’s standing too close, whichever it is.
Got my donor card in the mail. A+. I thought I was a universal, but looks like I can accept from 4 types and only give to 2. I was happy to find that I could finally donate though. It’s quite bizarre seeing that little bag fill up, rocking back and forth. I have great veins.
I’m considering Stevie Wonder.
I have terrible veins – you’re lucky. I end up looking like a pin cushion when I donate.
— Merinda Aug 29, 03:57 pm #