You know what's worse than having an exercise class at six freaking AM?

Knowing you have an exercise class at six freaking AM, but writhing in bed for forty minutes, trying to get to sleep, tormented by a peppering of mosquito bites on and around your knees, the most dire being THE SIZE OF A QUARTER. And that's not an exaggeration. If I were exaggerating, I would say it was THE SIZE OF OLYMPUS MONS, because that's how it feels right now. Oh Benadryl and Cortizone, grant me respite!