So people still roam in this corner of the web....

I guess I was wrong. A fair number of people still come around here. I for one won't be here everyday, nor will I blog prolifically. I simply refuse.
But here is today's little story:
So I have to get a physical for my college plans in the fall, and included in this physical is a blood test. So, after spending the night on a couch in Duluth, I drove back to Brainerd this morning for the appointment. (I was in Duluth to visit some friends at a retreat, including Mr. Houle.) Being quite tired, the drive went considerably well. But the Doctor was a whole 'nother story. They gave me a shot in each shoulder, injected a tubercliosis test in one forarm, and took a lot of blood from the other arm. I told her, as we were nearing the end, that I really needed to be done with the blood removal; we weren't done soon enough, and I turned white. So white, my mom says, that she couldn't see my freckles. Then I passed out. I can't remember what I was thinking about, but I do remember that it was very peaceful and that I wanted to keep thinking about it. It was some sort of problem that needed to be solved or something; regardless, after staggering out of the doctor's office I had to come home and finish typing an eight page minimum Autobiography of me.

Whoo. that was a day.
Now I need to mow some lawn.... then again, maybe I shouldn't stand up right now.