”And then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night, eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subarus…”
The blood tests are in and my iron levels are “shockingly low”.
I need to eat more cars.
Iron levels? How fucking weak is that.
Why not something cool like diabetes, or Ebola?
Or even leprosy.
Leprosy would be cool, because then I could walk around pretending to be a zombie, and then someone would go “Oh, I don’t think he’s a zombie, I reckon that’s just someone walking around pretending to be a zombie”, but then, because of the leprosy, I could just rip my own arm off and throw it at them and they’d be all freaked out and run away going “ARRGGHHHH, HE IS A ZOMBIE!” and I’d just laugh and laugh and laugh.
Ha.
Then an earlobe would probably drop off.
I catch back up with the doctor tomorrow morning. He’ll probably give me some iron filings to chew on.
I just hope he doesn’t suggest eating liver to rebuild my levels. I hate liver.
Eating it: No.
Abusing it through drinking alcohol: Yes.
But eating it: No.
There will probably be a discussion about red meat.
But I’m actually thinking of becoming a vampire to get my iron levels up.
Oh yes, I can think of a few ladies I'd like to bite…
Mmmmm, and that Kate Beckinsale makes one hot vampire.

In fact, I won’t watch any movies these days unless they are about vampires, or have Kate Beckinsale in it.
Actually, that’s how I got tricked into watching the Lake House on the weekend. D-Missus said it had Kate Beckinsale playing a vampire in it.
But it soooo didn’t. It was about a house. On a lake. That’s it. Roll credits.
