Lost In Me

I got back from my counselor training class not so long ago. Of course, the first and second rule is that I can't talk about it. Well, suffice it to say I listened to two people, and it left me feeling a bit sad, as it often does. Hmm... just a couple more months and my training should be complete.

Today, I ended up giving blood, kind of as a spur of the moment thing. As I was squeezing on the little sponge ball, I found the sight of my own blood incredibly amusing for some reason, and started laughing uncontrollably. The tremendous Polish lady who was my nurse found this rather odd, and called me a giggly kid.

And now I'm sleepy from losing the pint of blood. Mmm... sleep.