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Welts and Whining
So… 2008? Hasn’t really been a friend to me thus far.
Neither, really, has this week.
I’m not particularly inclined to go into details right now. But I do have a question about one thing that’s been aggravating the hell out of me: don’t mosquitoes usually die in winter?
See, I woke up in the wee hours of the morning today yesterday to go use the bathroom. I had trouble falling asleep, and then found myself tossing and turning in a mostly futile attempt to quell an all-over itch I thought had to do with the dry weather.
And then I heard the buzz of an insect.
I considered getting out of bed to search for the damn thing. But I was too tired and didn’t really have any hope of finding it anyway—never mind actually killing it, given my awful reflexes and abysmal hand-eye coordination—so I let it go, thought about other things, and eventually had a very weird dream involving a dog speaking German.
I completely forgot about the itching and the buzzing. But I was brushing my hair tonight and hit upon a huge welt on the side of my neck. Then I found others under my chin and on the inside of my knee. And now that I’ve touched them, they all itch like mad—just utter brilliance on my part.
Surely this isn’t normal? Especially considering I haven’t opened a window since the heating was turned on in November? How the hell did this happen?
And why isn’t it Friday yet?
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