Exploits of a Guinea Pig, Part 1

Alright...I'm inside the joint. It's about 1pm on Day 1. Five minutes into the living quarters and I've already made two friends, checked my email, and signed up for a pool tournament. It's like summer camp with drugs and needles! I'm really starting to wonder when the bad shit begins. Oh, wait, I just looked at the schedule and we get our blood drawn 13 times tomorrow. So that answers that question. The only tense moment so far came when they were drawing blood this morning. There was a really anxious (but incredibly cute) girl poking away at this guy. The guy looked very scared. There was another very efficient and confident male technician, but the way the line was working I was heading for the girl. Didn't look good. Luckily, the guy she was poking started bleeding all over the place after she was done! So I got the experienced technician dude while she was cleaning up. Isn't that lucky? Wasn't that a fun story? Oh man, I can only imagine what else is gonna go down in this place.