Just woke up, because two thirds of my body was covered in ants. I've been rubbing my legs and face with honey before I go to bed, which I now realize was ill-conceived. Tonight, I wholly expect these little bastards to pick me up and carry me away, Gulliver style.
I was so tired the night before that I fell asleep during a conversation, and I need to be that tired before I don't feel bugs all over me. I say all this to give you some context if you do come over and meet me, I want to clarify that I don't typically scratch all over myself or punctuate discussions with "Ants!" every so often. It ocurred to me to suggest that if you see a man behaving in this fashion, it is more than likely me, but you should see some of the nutrolls that troll this event. Mr. "Itches And Says Ants" properly describes fifty people I've seen with my own eyes.
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