Getting investors is hard work.  Too hard in fact, so I'm going to begin selling my blood to reach our budget goals.  I will keep you posted on my progress.

 8:45 AM   Sold 1 pint of blood.  Feeling productive.  Bought two walkie talkies.  Score!

9:50 AM  Sold another pint.  This is almost too easy!  I feel like my veins are a dang ATM machine.  Cha-ching.  Better head over to the store and get that microphone we've been eyeing.

10:15 AM  Cookie break.  You know how they say you should live every day like it's your last?  I kind of am today and it's excellent!  What a delicious cookie this is.  I may just sell another 1/2 pint or so before lunch. 

12:00 PM  Sold two more pints of blood.  I am heading out to get a tricycle for the camera.  Did I say tricycle?  :)  I mean tripod.  Ha, ha. That's hilarious!  Imagine putting a camera on a tricycle for stability.  Pure silliness.  Hey if you have 3 iPods do you call them TriPods?  Ha, ha.  Oh my God that is funny.  I need a cookie or something and maybe some apple juice and a cookie.

2:00 PM  They say I can't sell any more blood today and I said to them that I'm pretty sure this isn't Russia!  Then they kicked me out.  I got tossed from the hospital, which is fine because there are PLENTY of good blood banks in this town and I can get cold hard cash from any one of them.  You hear me, hospital?!  Any one of them would gladly pay me for my awesome blood.  It's like a river of gold, and you just missed the boat.

4:15 - 6:20 PM   I found one place that I think was a blood bank but I'm not sure why there was a sea otter at the front desk.  That was weird.  Anyway, I think I donated a few quarts or so, I can't be sure exactly, but this cash in my pocket is going right to a wide angle lens as soon as I can find my pants.  Uh oh.  I always keep my pockets in my pants.  This is not good at all.  Whoa, was that just a tremor?  What is this, California?  The ground is totally shaking right now.  OK.  First things first.  I've got to nap for just a little bit and then--

Midnight or 5:00 AM   All in all the day was a mild success, but I may rethink cold-calling.  My head is still spinning a bit, but I am currently under the medical watch of a Dr. Empty Slurpee Cup.  What is my prognosis, Dr. Cup?  Oh you're not a doctor, huh?  Well, I stand corrected.