You know how when you've been up in the mountains for a few days in the summer and the humidity gets down to like 13% and your lips get all chapped and your tongue gets like sandpaper and pretty soon the inside of your nose is so dry that it feels like one of those water holes in the desert that gets baked into cracked mud, and on toppa that your sinuses clog up and you can't breathe and so you try to blow your nose and it starts bleeding, so you manage to get it to stop and then it finally scabs over but the scab really starts to irritate you because you can feel it up in there every time you move your face, and you just wanna reach up in there and scratch the damn thing outa there, but you don't because if you do you know the sumbitch is gonna start bleedin' again, so you live with it for the next few days, but then finally you get the hell outa the mountains and the air isn't so dry any more, and the scab maybe loosens up a little bit, but it still bugs the hell outa ya, and pretty soon you can't stand it any more, so you finally just say to hell with it and you reach up in there and pick that bad boy outa there...and it doesn't bleed? I love when that happens.