I haven't been able to get my required 8 hours of sleep for the past 3 nights...and that makes me a grumpy boy in the morning.
Falling asleep starts off pretty normally: my mind begins to unwind, the wine starts to kick in and relaxes the body, and I sloooowly drift away to la-la-night-night land....and then I hear it.
That unmistakable sound coming only inches from my face...I punch the air hoping to silence the demonic creature. That seems to work, but a few minutes later I hear it again. I cower under the the sheets and blankets....I even cover my face, hoping that it'll just give up & go away.
It's the end of October and I still have a f*ckin mosquito trying to suck the life force out of me....what the hell? I thought that these bitches only lived during the summer months. A beefy, handsome, sexy-as-hell man told me that these a-holes only have a life span of 7 days, so I guess I only have 4 more nights to sleep under the covers.
Each morning, I always look for signs of damage, but so far I haven't been bitten. Nice try bitch...now do me a favor & drop dead...literally!