Six minutes.

That’s how long it took for me to deliver a pint of blood from my body to the little rubbery plastic bag. Piece of cake. And I got a nifty t-shirt and juice to go with it.

And now? I’m having a glass of wine (it’s been 8 hours, I didn’t just give blood) and damn it tastes good. I should do this more often.

(anybody who thought the title referred to ben and jerry’s? is absolutely correct. One more week till I can have some)