  It's cold, I feel like I'm going to throw up, and I didn't sleep last night. I'm thinking that those sleeping pills have become a habit. It seems like it's getting harder to sleep without them. Or, you know, it isn't, and i'm just being a whiny asshole. Anyways, it feels like it's getting harder to sleep without them. I got my bloodwork done, they took six vials of blood.
SIX. God, I hate blood, needles, pointy things, and anything involving discomfort. I typically have my head turned when the blood comes out, but this time I happened to turn back just in time to see it penetrate. I flinched. (Well, I thought I flinched but Kurt assured me it was a full-body jolt). I pulled my arm back rather abruptly, realised what I was doing, and then shoved my arm forward to compensate. I couldn't bend my arm all that well for the rest of the day. Got a pretty neat bruise, too, and at the center there's that little puncture. I think next time I'll ask them to tie me down, and sedate me. With gas. Went to Minako's last night and watched 24.
It's been three episodes, and Kim hasn't done anything to make me want to kill her. After 24, Minako, Giraffe, Kurt, and SD watched videos on Much. It was definitely reminicint of high school. I think the bunch of us would make excellent commentators on crappy videos. We could get our own show, and have SD do the theme music. Ok, enough crappy blogging. I'm going to try for a few more hours of sleep. Like, you know, eight. 
