My skin does. In fact I have all these symptoms, but I think it's probably due to bugs actually crawling on me and biting me at night. Fibrous growths... anybody there heard of scabs?

Still, I never can actually see the little bastards when I'm awake. In fact, during the day, my house seems even more bug-free than my parents', and if you knew how paranoid my mom was about insects, you'd know that's saying something. I've never even found a dead bug in my house, let alone a live one.

Maybe I should call the CDC, just to be on the safe side.

A sense of humor. From T. Either we're starting to rub off on you, you were most likely always like this, or it really is the 3rd sign of the apocalypse.

I'm honestly not sure which one scares me the most.

:)

Am I really that stuffy? I've been trying to crack jokes almost every other message. I must really suck at the funny.

Nah, I'm just slow and drink too much. You tick my mom off every time you comment, which puts you in the A+ column of my book. I'm just sayin...

Aiight?

Heh.

Tat you do not tick me off everytime you comment only when you are snippy with me. I am not being mean but I really did see a show the first of the year about bedbugs. They were discussing how many people have bedbugs without knowing it. Talking particularly about older houses and hotels even very fancy first class hotels. I am sure you could possibly find something on google.

Well, my house certainly is old. I'll look into that. Thanks for the tip, Pat!

And no, Scott, I'm pretty sure the problem is me. I've got twenty years of test data (aka attempts to get a date) that lead to the inescapable conclusion that everything I say (or type) ends up sounding the exact opposite way I intend. Kinda like Sadie Dumpington from Homestar Runner.

"People all over the South are coming down with an mysterious untreatable skin disease! Isn't that great?"

T, just think to yourself that you're safe. Pat has threatened repeatedly to beat me with a stick when she sees me. And knowing Scott as well as I do, he'd let her do it just because it amused him.

Well, until I got ahold of the stick and chased him down...

But that aside, she can't come and beat you like she can me.

Tat,
Do you mean Scabies?

Tat,
Do you mean Scabies?

I don't think so... I haven't been in close enough physical contact with anyone for twenty years, nor have I shared clothes or bedding with anyone. On the other hand, according to articles I've found, bedbugs are neither small enough to be invisible nor fast enough to bite and run away, so it's probably not that either.

Time to see the dermatologist again... he probably thinks I'm a hypochondriac by now.