Don't point that thing at me.

Ow. Donated blood yesterday. Felt like a giant bee came and attacked my arm while asking me if I had visited Guatemala in the past 20 years and, if so, whether I had come into contact with anyone who owned a dog who sniffed a cow that belonged to someone who had slept with a man who had slept with a man who had slept with a security blanket that was made by a woman who had worked in a potato factory managed by a latte guzzling Beanie Baby collector on steroids. Or something like that.