The Day Before the First Plasma Donation

the cold air hits me hard nevertheless i have to do this my legs buckle and i struggle on the hill wearing three layers of clothes, i wonder how i got here each second something changes, yet i remain stranded and lost i exhaust my mind thinking thinking thinking i depress my self blinking blinking blinking the end result is me sinking sinking sinking further down i go into an abyss with parasitic views the only way out is to immerse myself in extended disruptions knowing this, to the library i go.... classified section after classified section.... call after call to temp agency after temp agency it is enough to drive one crazy if one chooses to do so however, i remain and remember that i must keep the faith....