Letter of Mark(s)

Dear Tattoos:

I'm clever. See that title? It's a good pun.

Back to the matter at hand. Why the christ are you still itchy? You've been there for a good two months and you were barely itched when you were healing. Why have you decided now, at 20 past 3 in the morning, to start itching and driving me insane. There is no way you're still healing. You're barely even lumped up any more!

I'm sorry the weather's changing and I'm sure you're dry, but I have no lotion available right now. If you have to itch, can't you do it some other time, conceivably when I might not be considering sleeping.

Oh, and now you've gotten the rest of my skin to join in. Thanks.

Love,
Itchy

Ugh

So, it finally occurred to me why half the people I have friended haven't been showing up on my flist when I read:

It's being I'm an idiot!

I reorganized filters and added people back. Well, I did it all at once and I seemed to have forgotten to add a few people onto the filter I view on my flist. Good job, Samantha. So yea, reorganized and maybe eventually I'll get some sleep. Eventually. Tonight, there's no X-Files marathon, though.