Ow. My blood.

It's that time again, time to let some nice strangers open up a vein and drain me of my precious, precious lifegiving fluids, all for a sticker and some cranberry juice.

It's blood donation day! I was supposed to do it back on Christmas Eve, but you all might remember that I was all kinds of sick that day, so it would not have been wise. Today, however, I am fit as a viola, and no harm was posed to myself or the blood supply. Unless, of course, I got some new, deadly virus within the past few days, in which case I've unwittingly infected thousands. Because, you know, they don't test it, and they dump all the blood into one big vat. Betcha didn't know that. Me, I'm in the know, so I'm privy to information like that. And you know I'd never lie to you.