itch itch itch

I am woken from my slumber by an itch on my ear.

'Scratch me!', it screams. I oblige.

*ktch* *kcth *ktch*

The urgency subsides, but the itch persists.

Sleep escapes me now and I amble over to my laptop which is humming it's downloading spell, a tap on the keyboard and the screensaver snaps off.

My fingers are on the keyboard like ants on a picnic spread.

In no time at all the monitor is littered with FGD analysis pages, KSG programs, Journalism critiques, and concurrent degree information.

I am feeling the itch again.