Take My Blood, Please!
I just gave blood. Second time; the first time was in a truck near my old job. At my old job, everything was done in trucks. I gave blood in a truck. You could buy your lunch from a truck. A truck came and fixed my car's windshield. Fire? Fire truck. One day I broke my leg, and the surgeon truck appeared.
Only 36 more hours before I start my new job, at Stanford. I'm excited about it, but at the same time it's probably not going to be as pleasant as not working at all. I guess that's why they're going to give me money. Seriously, it's a really great opportunity with a wonderful group of people, and I am excited. Time management will once again be a problem.
I'm going to go try to record myself now.
