A friend and I came up with a saying today:
There's artiste, then there's celebrity, then there's star, then super-star, then legend, and then there's Michael Jackson.
I donated blood again today and discovered that this would be the 8th time I am donating blood.
It also struck my mind about how ironic it would have been if someone came to donate his blood, and then got hit by a car while going home and ends up having his own blood put back into him.
This post is short and a little random because I feel groggy and sleepy, which I always feel after I donated blood.
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