O+

I'm up, for the second time today. Ok day, sweet day, nothing bad happened, and nothing extraordinary happened, but I've grown to be thankful for nothing extraordinary happening. And the day is looming, two days left. But it's just a day, one day out of the 356. Nothing to shout about. It still is giving me a hell of a writer's block. There is a man on TV who is saying that O+ blood is about to run out at Mater Dei. Which is sad but which I can do nothing about. I do not own that type of blood so I cannot help out. And although my next of kin's blood is different to mine (that'[s my twin, of course it just has to be different) it still isn't an O+ so nothing can be done there. I turn to my Mister, and his too is different to our, and still not an O+. And it's an O, it's ordinary, it should be available enough. And if I turn to my parents, their is yet another type but still not an O+. We cannot help. I would if I could. It's called an O for something, I thought it might be ordinary. But if it is so ordinary, then are all the people around me so extraordinary? Perhaps we all have blue blood or something, but I still don't have a butler. And a butler would help right now that my foot's out of order. I don't know, I sense something funny, I cannot even write very well, all my thoughts are scattered all over the place. And there's this foreboding feeling I just can't understand very well...