Is that apparently I have quite tasty blood.
Mosquitoes have always like me.
My body right now can testify that the Southern ones actually LOVE me.
I'd hate to see what a non-Cullen vampire posse would do to me.
I am COVERED in bug bites.
One, little, phone conversation outside on Sunday night (the Reese house is a fortress that kills cell phone signals, so I've started to talk on the phone outside) and you'd think I've been tramping through bush in the Amazon.
It frightens me to realize they didn't all come from mosquitoes. It was dark outside, so I have no idea what was swarming me.
If I didn't know better, I'd say I had developed some strange disease that covers my limbs with contusions. In fact, my students probably thought so today when they saw my bare, white legs. I wore a skirt which made the red knobs all over my skin pretty impossible to cover up. Unless I wore nylons. Unfortunately, I am not the nylon wearing type. No matter how pasty I am.
So there you go. Right now I am a pasty, diseased-looking woman, who itches profusely.
With a broken car.
Excuse me while I go wallow in self-pity with a bottle of chamomile lotion.
And maybe just a little bit of chocolate.