Public Radio makes me smart. And sad.

Is there such as thing as knowing too much? Is there a point where too many facts damage the psyche? As if I don't have enough reasons for getting into good physical condition I hear a this story today on NPR.

Apparently, those who are not physically fit are more likely to be bitten by mosquitoes. Yeaaaaah. All my life I have whined and complained about how after an outing my companions might have 5, 6 bites while I would sustain 37! From now on, I'm keeping my mouth shut. And I'm not going to scratch. All those hot, scabby, itchy bumps will now broadcast that not only am I riddled with unsightly blemishes, but that these bites are all my fault for being a fat, weak, lazy, undisciplined slob. This is science that could have stayed in the box, thank-you-very-much...