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Wayne brought doughnuts because it is his last day with us. He was on loan from another division, for two weeks, while they were shut down. I had a chocolate frosted creme filled one. It turned out to have that creme that is more like frosting, instead of the usual pudding like stuff.

Now I can't give blood, because of all the sugar in my blood. At least that's my story. They're having a blood drive, but I'm not giving. I imagine I would pass out and not wake up for fifteen minutes, and then be all woozy and falling down the rest of the day. I suppose that's wrong of me. I know it is important. I just... won't.

Too bad it's not closer to the end of the day. I could give blood and then go out and get really drunk really quick. I'd be a real cheap date.