I might be almost dead.

There is a blood drive today at my fair university. I decided to patriotic or whatever and donate. I got all psyched about juice boxes, stickers, pretzels and free t-shirts only to be denied. DENIED. And not for what you think (Mongolian hookers with the hep, herp and HIV, tattoos, piercings, that lost summer in the UK between 1988 and 1996 or whatever...). No. Lady pricked my finger and spun my blood around to confirm that I have no iron. 33. whatever that means. It's supposed to be 38 or some shit. Also, my temperature was 97.4, which leads me to conclude I'm half dead. Kind of like this blog. Point is, I actually feel kind of like a failure because I couldn't give blood today. And then I found $5.