I CAN SOOOOOOOOOO HANDLE THE STRESS

In addition to almost destroying a man's life for changing the channel at the gym during my run on Thursday, I managed to break out in a rash on my neck as well.  After almost itching my skin off, I looked to KK to confirm that I indeed have a rash.  He denied it.  Bad move KK....

Me:  But it itches!!
And it's all red!
KK:  It's red because you keep scratching it.
Me:  But it feels all bumpy.
AND IT ITCHES!
KK:  Stop itching it.
Me:  I CAN'T AND IT'S MAKING ME WANT TO DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!!
(I finally get up to consult a mirror to confirm that my neck does INDEED have a bumpy rash on it, and proceed to rub this in the boy's (apparently blind) face.)

And when I wouldn't stop itching I had to have my hands held down, and it totally wasn't in a "this is hot, my hands are all tied down" sort of way.

The end.