I woke up two days ago with seven new enormous mosquito bites. FIVE are on my ass. great. after a moment or two of horrified silence, then a long guttural scream to the heavens, i began scratching feverishly, and 48 hours later I haven't stopped. I smell like a large vat of tiger balm (probably because i'm covered in the same).

Nevertheless, I'm still having the time of my life here.