Blood.

So giving blood doesn't seem to agree with me, it turns out. Everyone's telling me I should've ate more. Whatever, it's past. All I know is, not only did I feel like fainting and/or throwing up all day, but I had to listen to everyone tell me how bad I looked. Fun. And it got even funner when I was practically force fed apple-strawberry sauce. Disgusting stuff but I owe James one because it kept me from passing out. I got my mom to drive me home and slept until 7. Just in time for Grey's Anatomy. It's like my internal clock is running on Grey's time. Ha.