I have particularly tasty joints. I base this assertion on the observation that bugs seem to focus their loving, bloodsucking attention almost exclusively on my knees, my elbows, and particularly my knuckles. For example, at this very moment I have no less than three bites on the first knuckle of my right pinky. Yesterday I had only one bite there, so apparently that joint posesses that certain special something that keeps its patrons coming back for more. I would not mind so much were it not for the itching -- go ahead, tinybug, have a little sip here and there. Just please refrain from injecting me with your unpleasant toxins at the same time. Adding insult to injury is never a very nice thing to do, even for mosquitos.
I hereby reiterate my utter frustration with all things bank-related. Mysteries can be fun. The Mystery of My Missing Money, however, is not.
Musicfest 2002 begins tonight. India.Arie has been scotched tonight in favor of a dry run with Miss Shiv. The Letdowns are, naturally, still go.
Plans for my Springtime Abroad continue apace. It is a damn good thing that this gym membership through my work is starting soon, if there is to be any hope of a 79 mile bike ride through the countryside of Finland without any massive hemorrhaging or debilitating brain aneurysms.
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