I’m excited and scared at the same time. I broke at least one toe a few days ago while exercising, not the first time I’ve done so, and so scheduled an appointment to donate blood today.

Overall it was normal and uneventful. I think over my lifetime I’m close to 15 gallons donated. I started in high school.

What struck me today was the way profiling or the universe came forth. I was told to eat a slightly greasy meal with salt like pizza. What?! How well they know me. And then after, i was given a bag with water, fritos, peanut butter crackers and cookies. OMG! What precision and accuracy in the profiling. I’m ignoring the notion that the bag was already set up this way, as I’m going to believe that it was set up just for me.

If you’ve got time and you’re not planning on doing anything strenuous, go donate. Even though it’s a serious money making business, you might get free cookies.