Sweet grandmother spatula, I'm gonna lose it. All morning my skin has been itching and prickling like crazy - what the flip is going on!?
DAMNIT!!!
I suddenly realized that the shirt I was wearing is one I wore two weeks ago when I got a haircut. I'm wearing a hair shirt! This is probably why I should put things in the laundry instead of just tossing them towards the laundry: if it misses and just lands on the floor I sometimes get it confused with my clean ("clean"?) clothes. If this were the the 17th or 18th century and I were incredibly pious maybe I'd say that I was mortifying my flesh to better my soul. As I am me and it's 2009, I'm just going to spend all day twitching and grousing and using adult language until I can get home and put on a better, non-hairy shirt. Curses.
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