It's psychosomatic! (That boy needs therapy)
Psychosomatic Itching: Inside my new house (I'm lobbying for "the lemon") I itch. We have bugs inside (no surprise, considering how much the doors have been open lately, and more seem to fly in all the time. Perhaps it has something to do with the verdant foliage in the Falls Church area. Regardless, whatever insects have weasled their way inside have since thrived on my flesh.
At least it isn't fleas. (Say that three times fast. Then lather. Rinse. Repeat.). So having totally quelled the notion that our house is infested with something, I chalk up my intense itches throughout my body up to psychosomatics. Outside of my house I do not itch nearly as much. And I do have the evidence of the bites in most cases. Oh hydrocortisone cream, how thee serve me well....
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Also, check out the results of the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest.
The prize-winning entry is herein reproduced for you side-wrenching agony:
Detective Bart Lasiter was in his office studying the light from his one small window falling on his super burrito when the door swung open to reveal a woman whose body said you've had your last burrito for a while, whose face said angels did exist, and whose eyes said she could make you dig your own grave and lick the shovel clean.
At least it isn't fleas. (Say that three times fast. Then lather. Rinse. Repeat.). So having totally quelled the notion that our house is infested with something, I chalk up my intense itches throughout my body up to psychosomatics. Outside of my house I do not itch nearly as much. And I do have the evidence of the bites in most cases. Oh hydrocortisone cream, how thee serve me well....
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Also, check out the results of the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest.
The prize-winning entry is herein reproduced for you side-wrenching agony:
Detective Bart Lasiter was in his office studying the light from his one small window falling on his super burrito when the door swung open to reveal a woman whose body said you've had your last burrito for a while, whose face said angels did exist, and whose eyes said she could make you dig your own grave and lick the shovel clean.