Mosquitos.

Apparently the mosquito's are alcoholics, because they went to town on me over the weekend.  Seriously.  F those stupid little drunk bastards!  I am tore up.  My arms, shoulders, and legs are completely covered in mosquito bites.  I have been scratching like there's no tomorrow for the past 2 days, and it kind of sucks.  OK, that is a lie.  It pretty much is hell.

I tried that whole "mind over matter" crap, and tried to restrain from scratching, but the more I thought about not scratching the terrible horrendous itch that is my body, the worse it got.  And taking a shower?  Forget about it.  Eventually, you have to get out of the shower and dry off.  That means touching and rubbing with a towel.  RUBBING.  This morning, as I was getting out of the shower, I looked in the mirror and said, "Damn.  That is a whole lotta sexy right there."  Ha.  No, but seriously.