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    blood test
    Friday, October 8, 2010, 12:47 PM
    I have 2 blood test taken this week. First on Monday for NS Medical Check Up, and the second one was yesterday. I have blood being drawn this whole week. I need meat, some real meat to be eaten. I am out of blood.

    Cold war. Awkwardness between us is rising. She hasn’t text me since last night and neither do I. I was so happy to receive her sms stating that she has come back from school. From texting, she told me she’s going out that night and then I said I’ll inform her if I’m going because I just had my blood drawn and I am not feeling good. But still, I do not want to disappoint her.

    On arriving, I text her but she didn’t reply, thus I call. Her friend picked up her phone and said they’re not there anymore, she’s mad, and will tell her to call me when she begins to cool down. I wasted a trip, yet again.