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I just finished going through over 200 photographs, picked out 50 I liked, uploaded them, and started getting ready for bed. Ran my fingers through my hair, felt what seemed to be a large spot of dried blood on my scalp, and scratched at it...
...to forcefully uproot a tick, skin and all.
After several minutes of hysterically checking my hair and fighting back a sudden, overwhelming urge to shave my head.... I found nothing else. So I grabbed the wad of paper I'd put the tick in, brought it outside, and lit the little fucker on fire.
My mind is now enjoying fucking with me because I keep feeling things crawling over my skin when there's nothing there.
...to forcefully uproot a tick, skin and all.
After several minutes of hysterically checking my hair and fighting back a sudden, overwhelming urge to shave my head.... I found nothing else. So I grabbed the wad of paper I'd put the tick in, brought it outside, and lit the little fucker on fire.
My mind is now enjoying fucking with me because I keep feeling things crawling over my skin when there's nothing there.