Ways I Was A Wuss This Weekend
and I went to donate blood, but my iron was too low. I was secretly relieved. I can deal with the needles, it's the consciousness of my warm blood flowing away from me that gives me the icks. Even the prick test for my iron level made me feel a little woozy.
2. We had planned to go see The Bourne Ultimatum
the previous evening, but after spending the rainy day in my underwear watching "Alias" DVDs, and the evening reading/talking about the recent horrific killings in Newark
, I felt too anxious to leave the house.
3. The next day, Hapabukbuk
and I went for a walk in the woods, where even the smallest hill made me short of breath. Then at the "hey it's the seventies, let's exercise outside!" stations along the trail, HB bested me with two chinups to my zero. I could only grab the bar and hop wildly.
In other news, if you type "98 lbs" (as in "98 lb weakling"--clever, right?) into Google Images, you get lots of pictures of naked ladies, from websites with names like "bigfuckingboobs" and "newcummers." Ew!