Susie's Leaning Tower of Chocolate for 2000 June 7

This morning I tried to donate blood. After all these forms and questions and stuff, I failed the very last test. They wouldn't let me donate becaue I don't have enough red blood cells in my blood. The Red Cross lady told me to go home and eat some meat and leafy greens. However, I'm not sure I minded getting kicked out, because I was getting pretty nervous being in there with people who have bags of plasma hanging from needles stuck in their arms.

I sliced my thumb open at work. I had been innocently trying to pick up a glass, which turns out to have broken. It bled a lot, and I had to have some guy go find me a bandaid. I didn't realize it was a "slice" until I got home and my roommates insisted on cleaning it. Kirin and Angela had to tickle me and pin me down, because the alcohol hurt so much. Kirin is braver than I (maybe because it was my thumb with the slice), and she packaged it up quite nicely. I can't french braid, I can't put rubber bands in my hair, and I tie my shoes and do buttons poorly. However, I apparently don't use my right thumb at all when I type.

We serve 900 little EFY brats a night in the Morris Center. For some reason, I am the only person actually hired to work in this dishroom. Luckily I have managed to look pitiful enough that people help me. It would be absolutely impossible for me to do 900 trays, plus pans and cookie dough vats and all the other fun stuff I get to clean at work.