I just had three vials taken and if you have to do this again, quick tip. The night before and morning of, drink a TON of water. It helps a ton.
Had my physical/drug test to day. I honestly didn’t know what they were going to do to me so that was fun. But as it turns out they needed some blood for testing.
Four fucking vials.
I can function on very little food and am not bothered by my own hunger, so I’ll be honest when I say I had a cup of yogurt and some granola at like 10 this morning and my initial appointment was at 3. I mean, I would have been fine if they had just needed two vials, but not four. So as a result I got lightheaded, they put me in a special chair, gave me water and an ice pack and then a fucking team of specialist came in. A respiratory guy and a security officer along with two other people. Asked me a shit ton of questions and took my blood pressure. I had to sign a release form saying that they had offered to take me to the ER but I declined. MOTHERFUCKINGDRAMA.
I was so embarrassed. And everyone kept asking me if I was okay and YES I’M FINE! Honestly, if they had just given me a minute but it’s a hospital and they have to take everything seriously. BUt WORST eVER
“It’s purely luck if you find that person, and it’s like “vroom,” and it makes sense. There’s something kind of terrifying and exhilarating about it.” Andrew Garfield
One day I will donate enough money to the Masterpiece Trust that Alan Cumming will have to say my name on TV.
This is my goal.
This cabinet is a FRIGDE!!!!! WHAATTT!
So my mom and I are watching 8 kids for these three families that are staying in this nice house in Quechee. They are here for the Dartmouth Alumni weekend jamboree shite, and holy hell this is a nice house. Also, all of these parents are incredibly good looking.