Today I rode the transport service to the hospital district where I made a donation of my precious bodily fluids. It has been some time since I've done this, but the procedure hasn't changed all that much. The facilities are very nice: open-concept with mezzanine, glass and girders, windows and skylights all over. The space station life-saver.
The nurse asking the embarrassing screening questions noticed I had a book with me and asked what it was. I chuckled self-deprecatingly, "The God's of Mars by Ed Rice Burroughs". She recognized the name but couldn't place it. "He invented Tarzan" I said. So we got to talking a little about books. Her dark little secret? The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest. Mine? Not wishing to be out-done, "The Twilight series".
Burroughs is a guilty pleasure too. But relevant to my present studies.
Thank you so much for donating. It means a lot. <3
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