So my rather large zit has become even bigger, if that’s possible. This is not a case of self-indulgent melodrama (or maybe it is). I just came from the dermatologist and she said it is severely infected with a very good chance of permanent scarring. I am now on loaded up on antibiotics.

It never ceases to amaze me how bad skin can ruin my day and mess up my disposition. In the grand scheme of things, it should not matter. But for someone who has had bad skin since adolescence saw the light of day, this is a big deal. I’m 28 years old. Shouldn’t I be past this?

Since bad skin, ill circumstances,  and general feelings of insecurity cannot be avoided, it is best marry someone who will call you beautiful when you know for a fact that nothing can be farther from the truth.

(It also helps to marry someone who will tell you that infected pimples do not merit a trip to the emergency room.)