Itchy Scratchy

Maybe it's just that I haven't had a vacation in eons, or maybe it's the early twinklings of spring fever, but I feel the urge to purge -- not in a bulemic kinda way, but in a surroundings kinda way. Too many screens, too many wires, too much crap. It's an itch that I need to scratch.

I suppose to a certain extent I've inherited a mild pack-rat mentality. I have copies of my paid bills and tax material from 2004. I keep them yet I will never use them. An industrial-strength paper shredder would be nice.

Apropos to itching --

Ever since I was a little kid, I've had difficulty with eczema.

When I was younger, it used to be more prevalent -- showing up on both legs, the backs of my knees, my arms... I scratched and I scratched. I would scratch until I bled and then I would scratch some more, getting dried blood lodged underneath my fingernails. I itched so much that I scratched in my sleep -- often waking up and finding that my sheets were glued to my legs with dried blood.

These days it only really manifests itself around the end of the winter and usually only on one of my calves. My leg, not the baby cow.

I suppose with time my body's evened out a little, and just like zits, the problem has mostly gone away (though not entirely).

Draw your own conclusions as to what the connection is between pack-rattery and eczema -- I'm sure there's something tenuous connecting the two. I'm just too tired to figure it out myself.