What to say?

It's hard to know what to say when the thing you WANT to say is the only thing you're not allowed to say.

I gave blood yesterday, and had a whole narrative comparing the nurses at the Blood Clinic to a flock of fowl in a coop - there was a strutting rooster, an addle brained goose, a too-serious hen... but the idea never developed beyond my own inside joke. Oh well, it served it's purpose of amusing me while I waited to be letted.

And beyond that, my mind is blank. There's nothing I can think of to write. But soon, I expect things to change dramatically.

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