Little ball of sunshine

Only, you know, not. Me being a ball of sunshine that is. No, currently I'm a little ball of nerves all jangling and icky. See, yesterday I took my drug test and then got dragged to the Plasma place. Where they proceeded to try and pop my arm right off when taking my blood pressure. Thing is, it was high. Both times. So now I'm all freaked out about it because, dude. I don't want to be popping giant horse pills for the rest of my days like my parents, and something tells me that stressing is just going to make matters worse. But my day off was ruined when I remembered I have to call AOL to cancel some free trial crap thing, and then my mother mentions returning back to Plasma Hell. I have a bruise or... something that looks like my cat took a pin and stabbed me a bunch of times in a straight-ish line down my arm because both times they checked my blood pressure, they squeezed so hard it fucking hurt. I don't want to do that again anytime remotely soon. Talk to me tomorrow, okay?

Bah. Stress. This is so not what I need. :/