One day ...

One day last week I took my pants off (hot, isn't it?) and threw them in the washing machine (sorry, did I let you down?). About 30 minutes later it occurred to me that my cell phone was missing in action. Now, all of you are thinking "Oh come on, Midori would never do ANYTHING as scatter brained as that...", but it's true. I ran to the washer (with the utterance of some very naughty words) only to find my cell phone, still in my pants pocket, sopping wet. Yay. Well, I decided to dry it on my monitor cause it's warm, which worked surprisingly well. Upon drying, the phone worked almost as well as it had before, minus the fuzziness of the person I talk to (to whom I talk? stupid prepositions...). All was well, until the next day, after my phone had survived washing machine hell, it was lying on the ground, minding its own business, and its silly antenna ran off (I kid you not, the stupid thing ran away and hid). So no more phone for me for a few days. However, it is now fixed, so for those of you who tried to call me on it I apologize and I am now open for your talkiness. I gave blood today. Being absolutely terrified of needles, it was an oh-so-joyful experience. What made it even better was when the guy tried to take the needle out, didn't clamp the tube right, and sprayed himself with my blood (got a couple drops on my jeans =[). On the bright side, they asked me if I was "a man who has had sex with a man, even once, since 1977." Silly people. -Cap'n Midori