Don't Trust a Sasquatch Farther Than You Can Throw Him...

I went to donate plasma today with my friend Jon, and I realized that it isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sure, I'm no pansie when it comes to needles, but you gotta be honest with yourself: those things kinda hurt. Okay, they're fairly uncomfortable. I'm not sure if it's truly pain so much as I'm really freaked out that there's something the size of a telephone pole stuck in my forearm, sucking away at my life force. Maybe that's a bit melodramatic, but it is most definitely disconcerting at the very least. But, I'm helping save lives and making fifty bucks a week for not an ounce of actual work. I'm not trying to sound un-humanitarian here. Really.
Oh, and we drove past this field next to the woods containing the Ice Age Trail- I could feel Sasquatch's cold stare penetrating the foliage, watching me.....waiting.....