The mosquitoes or gnats that bit the shit out of me on the 4th of July have won.  Their itchy toxicity was too much for me tonight.  While I turned on my laptop and waited for the modem to stop bugging out (it once again didn't build enough connection strength because the air conditioning's on), I passed the time by scratching the fuck out of my feet and legs.

Earlier this summer I was bit on my right arm and left wrist.  A little scratching -- I think I did it only one time, though I did it feverishly -- resulted in scabs that I can see to this day.  There will be marks I will see for a long time, maybe forever.  The very temporary relief from scratching my arm and wrist are not worth the lasting physical mutilation.  And they won't be when I see calloused red spots on my feet and legs.