(diaryland) January 19, 2012 - 2:53 p.m.

I'm giving blood this afternoon.

Usually my left arm gets a bit scared but the rest of me wants the endless supply of fuitcake there so bad that it overpowers the arm, and off I go to give blood.

Last night, however, I happened to watch a documentary about pain. There was nothing in it at all about needles or giving blood, really, but there was this one part about a guy who had to free himself from some burning farm equipment by slashing his arm off with a tiny knife. It made my armpits feel all sensitive just hearing about it.

Ugh, I shouldn't have just relived the documentary an hour or so before the blood giving. That was dumb. I feel sensitive again.

OK, OK, in other news, I bought an ice cream maker.