Number Eleven: Bites and Grazes

So I have this lump on my arm.

Don't you think it's funny when after a night of heavy drinking, you wake up and find all of these bruises and cuts on your body? I spent the night at Bob's with a few friends, and I can't remember where I picked up the graze on my knee. I think it's fascinating how your sense of touch is dimmed down so low that you can't feel when you graze your knee. Getting carpet burn usually stings for hours, however with alcohol, it only stings the morning after. So next time, kids, instead of crying over a wound, just get drunk. Solves everything.

Except this lump on my arm. We were outside on the balcony at one point and I put my arm on the railing for, say, a fifth of a second, and some insect in the darkness pierced my flesh. At first, when I showed Kelly, it just looked like a scratch. But about an hour later, it swelled up into this blister-like bulge, and now it is rather irritating. Not itchy, not hurting; just irritating. I wonder what it was. Probably some mutant mosquito who was after my delicious blood.

We had these cocktails last night. Most of them we just threw random drinks into the same glass and hoped that it would taste OK. I think Kelly and I ended up with most of the concoctions. Imagine frozen fruit pieces, juice, soft drink, Southern Comfort, Bacardi, Smirni/VoVo, Malibu, plus more. And what's good is that I can still remember everything that went on, including Hayley this morning trying to manually push open Bob's key-coded gate and sleeping on ornamental pillows.

But I don't remember how I got this graze.




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