drinking alcohol. i used to find great joy in it, but in the last 2 months it seems to have lost its luster ... getting drunk seems like a burden and responsibility rather than a fun and reckless way to piss away my money. but when the weekend comes i feel like i owe it to myself to party, because i can, rather than because i want to. but once i actually AM drunk, i dont mind one single bit. unless of course i forced myself to drink and have a good time (the latter of which is very hard), in which case i would just be drunk and having a bad time.

I was able to donate blood yesterday for the first time in 4 tries. the previous 3 tries were stymied by being in the amazon, and getting 2 tatoos respectively. it makes a lot of sense to give blood ... not only does someone get my blood, i get to sit in a chair and not do work for an hour or so, i get free food, a free t-shirt, plus if my blood is infected with anything they let me know, so it works like a free west nile, aids, hepatitas test. gotta love it.