*I believe there is a flea in my room: there are four tiny red bumps on my arm. Also, they itch. They are in a straight line, as if Mr. Flea was not satisfied with his current bite of flesh for three consecutive inspections until he at last came upon the perfect blood-well. What a selfish person.
When I itch on one part of the body and suspect an intruding bug, the rest of me starts to itch. It is similar to when you partake of a documentary on bugs, or other small, crawly things, and you feel the urge to scratch even though you are sitting in your clean living room. I have great dissatisfaction!
*Because of circumstances that are unpleasant in one regard but very pleasant in another, I am now in control of

*I have finished reading The Good Woman of Setzuan.
*Yet another Sacramento Kings night. Joyous me.
Edit: Overtime. Squee.