Some insects are not your friends.

Yessiree, I'm developing quite a lovely bruise back there. You know it's bad when it hurts to sleep. It's turning lovely shades of red and blue.

I think my body is a tad worn out. I was really physically tired today, and when I got back I was absolutely starving. So I ate some spaghetti, and now I'm onto dessert, which is ice cream. I feel like I've been eating a lot of fat lately. Maybe it's okay considering the amount of calories I burn every day? Or maybe it's just me. What I do know is, if you don't eat when you're hungry, that's bad.

I wonder what's going on this weekend. I need to get another gallon of milk (yes, I take out a gallon pretty much every week).

The mosquitoes here are relentless. I think I'm more allergic to them than I used to be, which isn't good, because they love me so much they bite through my clothes to get at me. Even jeans. They attacked my shoulders today through my long-sleeved shirt. I think I got 13 bites in the last 20 minutes that I was working. No exaggeration - I just counted. They weren't there until the end and then they positively attacked me with their love for my blood. The feeling isn't mutual. I get big red welts that itch. It's a little crazy. And I see that the black flies are starting to swarm. It is my assumption that, sometime soon, they'll start to bite, and then on top of the mosquito bites, I'll have open bleeding fly bites. Chris said they're so frenzied they don't even try to avoid being killed. They just let you pop them like pimples.

Therefore, I'm concerned about the amount of miserable-ness that I'll begin to experience while working. You know, on top of bruising my bum regularly and the mosquitoes in my face. Biting insects just love me too much, but all I want is for them to go away. Right now it's at least tolerable...for the most part. I'm worried about the flies and having to wear a fly net. It seems like it's going to get really annoying. And hot. Blech.

I wonder where my roommates are.

That reminds me, our fourth roommate (we DID get one) moved in yesterday. Her name is Gretel and she's doing some of her own research up here. It seems no one warned her about the semi-rough living conditions. She made a comment about the beds, which are pretty old, and I told her at least we're not sleeping on cots. She said, "Some people sleep on cots?!...and they are paying to live here?!" Yep. I told her about how I filled the cracks and such with expanding foam and she said they should pay me to do that. Haha. Nah. They don't pay you to fix up your own cabin, which is understandable, because it's not like they have much money to fling around happily while skipping around the research field.

Though that would be really fun to see. I can imagine Billy skipping around, "Laa laa lalaa la la." *flings quarters from the quarter box* "Laaa!" Everyone claps...

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Edit: 14. I forgot the one on my face.