It’s 8:30pm and the national blood center called to remind me that I’m eligible to donate blood again. Those calls are always the same. “Mr. Boukis, we are in great need of your blood type. Blah, blah, blah….”

Now don’t get me wrong — I’ve nothing against donating blood, after all, I’ve donated over five gallons. But how about respecting my down-time? I think I’d have answered the call had it been between 9:00 to 5:00. I know the vampires read my blog, so take note please.