Zits and Exes

It was one of those days.

You know. Those days when you're hanging out with your girlfriends talking about the acquaintance a friend wants to set you up with, when your former boyfriend, whom you are quite possibly in some sort of weird limbo with, comes waltzing in looking gorgeous while you have on no makeup and giant red pustules all over your face.

Yes. This really happened.

If you're a guy reading this, you are probably going "Huh?"

If you're a girl, you realize this is absolutely one of the most catastrophic things that can happen, ever, and OMFG what a dreadful situation.

OK, I'm exaggerating on the dreadfulness of it all, but it's definitely not an ideal meeting.

I might have felt somewhat better about the entire situation if my mother (who has had three zits in her entire life) hadn't greeted me on Friday with "Should your face look like that?"

It's not even flaky right now. Just red. And raised. I kind of want to cry. I do wish I wasn't so upset about it. I mean, it could be far worse. I'm not trapped on a rooftop chained to a pipe waiting for the living dead to come get me. Because that's a terrible fate, one I wish to avoid.

This show, The Walking Dead, scares the shit out of me.

Anyway. He and I looked at each other, exchanged vague hellos, and promptly fled to opposite ends of the house. Real stout-hearted souls, we are.

Had a nice weekend. Hit 30,000 words on the NaNo project yesterday, and spent some time with my parents. Set out to fix Mom's computer, then gave up and transferred their files to a new one. I'll finish up with my zombie program, shower, and then get in a couple thousand more words.

Had a lovely afternoon in class. We discussed how things have changed since class began, four months or so ago. Pretty much on a whim, I went out and got my own place...which has really made all the difference in life these days. In the beginning, we analyzed 18 facets of our lives and gave then a number from 1-10. Some of my numbers have shot up. Some of them have stayed the same. A few...are just gone.

It's hard to measure what you don't have. So I noted this, expressed that I am generally pleased with life, if sometimes lonely, and...well, it is what it is. Life is too short to sit around moping over things.

I stopped over at CVS on my way home. Picked up a flashlight, some tealights for my sconces, and some supplements mother "prescribed" me - namely fish oil tablets, Vitamin D, and calcium chews. D and calcium are probably a good thing. Fish oil, apparently, is just good for you in general.

Even though...you know...it's fishy.

Anyway. I'm off to shower and hope no new zits have surfaced in the last two hours.