My sunburn has turned into all consuming itchyness. So, in an obvious (to me) attempt to quell my irritation, I've begun to slap and pat the upper portion of my chest in order to stop myself from iching it. "Lithe" passed me by and asked in a slightly concerned tone, if I was alright. "Yes," I said, still patting, "it's just that now my burn has turned to complete ichyness and I'm trying to stop it." Pat, pat, slap, "It's really really itchy." Still patting/slapping, "Itchy!" She nodds her head, and then slowly backs away. I continue to slap and pat my skin alone in my cubical. It's 5:15. I'm going home.