Blud!

So, I'm a-typing this with my right hand only, as my left arm is somewhat out of commission due to being sliced open and drained of my precious natural sap. Once again, I donated bood, or tried to at least. Sadly, I clotted the needle just before a full sample could be taken, so I get all the woozy light-headedness, and significantly more arm pain stemming from in-arm needle rearrangement, but none of the actually saving lives. Erm. Whoop-de-doo. 'Course, I just got back, and old Morty Leftowitz will be as fit as Shlomo Rightenkowski within the day, but for the time being, it's all Shlomo. Which is a shame, really, because I had a really good story about stewardesses, but it's just too much of a hassel right now.

See, see, 'stewardesses' is the longest word in the English language that uses only letters from the left side of the keyboard. It's comical! Ha hah!

Shut up, I can make bad jokes, I gave blood.