So I finally get moving about 3:30 yesterday afternoon to go back to bed at 8:00 PM still exhausted and wozey from being ill. During this short time of conscienceness I try to figure out why I fell so suddenly and rather violently under the weather. all the while I keep trying to figure out where I got this neat little bitty red spot on my wrist that still burns and itches if I touch it (which of course I did) then I remember. As I was cutting PVC Tuesday night I had a little fargin' jumping spider decide to make me his own personal jungle gym. right before the little fuzzy creep went to meet whatever diety spiders follow he was right there on my wrist. the little bastage bit me.
I am guessing that this little fuzzy creeps last stab before getting squished (quite by accident actually, I was just trying to knock him off me) is what got me up at one thirty in the morning and kept me in bed having screwed up dreams and sweats all day.
fargin' spider.
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