Oh, Heavens.

I've always had somewhat sensitive skin, but this morning's topper was two massive red zits, nonexistent yesterday, on the tip and bridge of my nose, which already is somewhat prominent. I had a slice of pizza with an 11th-grade tutee yesterday, and I swear to GOD, that shit's contagious. Now I just look like a bloody alcoholic and I can't leave my home. On second thought, that's just cause I'm lazy.

In other equally really really important news, the life of someone working three part-time jobs while trying to finish a novel and advance her freelance career is less like a roller coaster and more like one of those jerky haunted-house kind of rides, where the mean people jumping out at you are the specters of your own doubts, regrets, and laziness(es).

But at least I can sleep in!