Yesterday. And why I like to read.

Well, yesterday's attempt at donating blood did not go well.
Because they couldn't find a vein large enough for the needle.
So that sucks and I will have to try again another day and perhaps I should point out the nice large one on the outside of my left elbow that you can see without the pressure band. (I have some rather nice veins which show up green because they're right under my olive-y skin.)

Went to see The Curious case of Benjamin Button afterwards.
It wasn't bad per se, but I definitely wouldn't be cajoled into watching it again. Was another 'meh' movie, although a bit more meh than Twilight. You could at least talk about more things you liked/disliked in Twilight whereas the only things to gripe about with Benjamin Button were: it was a bit too long, Daisy's accent was annoying (it was... TOO Louisiannan), there were obvious shots of Brad Pitt for the fans and HOW THE HELL DID A THREE HOUR MOVIE COME FROM A SHORT STORY?
Not a recommendation from me then.

BUT. Not quite the purpose of this entry.

A couple of days ago, I asked a friend why he started reading, promising him that I would give him my answer when he responded. (I also said it'd likely be in blog format, as it'd take to long to type in an email and I figure that it'd also prove interesting to you lot.)
( So, on why I read )