Bloody Bloodsuckers

"..with fangs dripping blood,
an undisguised greed of hunger,
the mosquito strikes.."

Dear lonely isle,

As I've said before, I think someone up there doesn't like me.
And no, again it's not anything that lives in the attic. With the water tank.

• Last night all I wanted was a good night sleep.
• But it seems even that was denied.
• I was attacked last night. By mosquitoes.
• Bloody bloodsuckers.
• I was already asleep.
• But even in my dreams I dreamt that I was itching. All over.
• In my dreams I was scratching all over.
• In fact, I was itching so BAD I woke up.
• Me. Whom when asleep is dead to the world.
  
• And then I couldn't sleep again.
• Me.
  
• Because I was so itchy all over.
• My face felt swollen with bites.
• And I was scratching all over. (even my toes and fingers)
• So I turned on the lights.
• And guess what? 2 mosquitoes on the wall behind my bed. (bloody things)
• Whack! Whack! 2 less pests in the world.
• Then I went to wash my poor itchy face.
• It was red, and swollen.
  
• I was mortified.
• So I washed it. Then I went back to the room.
• And killed another 4 more mosquitoes. (omg!! Where are they coming from?!!)
  
• After that I didn't dare sleep in my own room so I went to find sanctuary.
• Jellybean and I went to my parents' room.
• That was 4 in the morning.

Insects. Me.

Some words just don't go together.

love, joyce.