If only it were true.

It's right there...

Scratching.

I have a kind of worry, the kind that you don't know where it came from and (more importantly) do not know how to get rid of it.

I need to work on it because it is causing my mind to wander, my eyes to glaze over and my nails to scratch my poor arm when I am daydreaming.

Aint nobody got time for that.