An army of small but persistent bumps have infiltrated Ground Jamie, and have launched Operation Itch Like Crazy. Attempts to repulse the enemy with scratchy fingernails and calamine have thus far failed.
The bumps pop up unexpectedly pretty much anywhere they want, but seem to favour my neck.
I've been raking my nails over them like crazy, to no avail. I sometimes imagine myself using a vegetable peeler to grate at them, and I can see the slice of skin curling around the blade like a piece of parmesan cheese.
Instead, I sit on my hands and try to negotiate a peaceful treaty.
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