Testing my nerve.

So, I've finally gone and done it - there's a bunch of work people donating blood next Tuesday, and I've signed up to join them. Yep, me, with the needle phobia and the extreme nervousness about blood tests. But since the last blood test I had went so well, I decided it was time to do my public duty and go and donate. Especially since, iirc, my blood type is B positive, which tends to be one of the ones that run out regularly. I needed to go with someone else to avoid chickening out, so I have Liesa to make sure I don't disappear or anything. And now my iron and B12 levels are back to normal, I should be fine.

Mental note - ban self from computer after an evening of drinking. Ignore the previous patheticness. And yes, [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], I did drink too fast, what makes you ask? *grins wryly* I'm okay, just having the usual post-visit comedown, I guess. And my flat was freezing cold when I got home.

Still no news about Dad and his fellow vets in Canberra, which sucks. The welcome home march for the Iraq troops is this weekend, and yet the fate of veterans isn't newsworthy. Jerks.

About time.

This was one of the stories on the ABC news tonight, which is kind of fitting really, considering it's also the same day as the Welcome Home parades for the Iraq War troops. No sign of Dad on the TV, but at least they're finally getting some publicity...

Shower Interview Meme

One of the non-ficcers on my list [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] had this up a while ago (I meant to ask her questions for it but forgot, bad Rossi), and I've just seen [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] do it, and I have nothing earth-shatteringly interesting to say right now, so I'm doing the sheep thing. So, ask me five questions, anything you like. I'll answer to the best of my knowledge. Over time. :)