So. I figured out I don't have mosquitos. It's mites. My house is infested with mites of the kind that bite humans, raise welts, and cause me to itch madly. I am also delicious it seems. I did not have mites before I got the second couch and my queen sized bed so it's obvious where they came from. The sad thing is that now I need neither the bed nor the couch, so all I'm enjoying is being eaten alive by bugs I can't see. It's maddening and the bites are spreading. First there were two, then four, and now... I don't... I'm just glad my body will adapt soon and take some of this from me.

I got home and tried to pay my rent. My bank had just been robbed by the time I got there and no one knew where another USBank was. I come home to a pay rent or we'll sue you notice. That means late fees. Gotta love comming home from two funerals only to have a bank robbery spoil your day then go sit in your pest infested home. It itches, I itch all over and there is no relief.

On the plus side the Yoshida Brothers are an incredible group.

I'm trying to get my thoughts together to blog about the second funeral, this will be impossible till my body stops screaming hystamine...

Oh did I mention I don't have the means to fix this?

Tags: surviving insanity
Current Mood: itchy
Current Music: Yoshida Brothers - My Heart Holds