Sometimes it would do well for me to remember that I am a man of dust. Like when I get all stressed out about rent and moving and going to the Phillipines and wondering how the hell I'm going to keep everything else straight and organized. By the way, how the hell am I going to keep everything straight and organized?
I gave plasma today, which is a two-hour deal that can be uncomfortable, but is supposedly far more useful and necessary than whole blood donations that take a quarter of the time. Because it takes so long, they let you watch a movie from an extensive collection on hand donated for the purpose. Today I saw American Splendor, which was pretty good. One day I will relate in greater detail, how I saw Spinal Tap for the first time with two IV needles up both arms, and some seriously annoyed nurses kept having to re-poke me, I was laughing so hard.
But tonight I am an exhausted man of dust, who wants nothing more than for the world to suspend for a few hours. Just go somewhere else, and don't pay attention to me for a bit, that's all.