January 31, 2004
Dance Dance Narcotics
I gave blood today.
Swing dancing doesn’t count as “strenuous activity,” does it?
Funny story, though. I had the green stretchy bandage around my arm while I was dancing, and I happened to be wearing my Dare shirt. One of the girls I danced with asked me if the armband with the shirt was a joke.
“Ha ha,” I thought, when I had to sit down with my head between my legs because my brain needed more blood. What a cool joke that would have been.