Some people never have acne. What truly horrible lives they must lead. (perverted Bukowski)
So my skin looks quite nice today. My seb derm is still fading. I have a bit around the creases of my nose, that one place that seems an impossibility to get rid of. Because I've been applying selsun quite frequently and I think it's a little comedogenic (or if not, the simple act of having to apply it could be aggravating my skin) I can feel this pimple becoming prominent, right on the edge of my nose. That has to be the second most painful place to have one, right behind the edge of your lips. I still have a few red marks, and my skin, especially my forehead, is pretty really oily; I'm always surprised that people don't stop to check their makeup in my face... Let's accentuate the positive. My skin is pretty clear. Neutrogena could be calling soon.
I'm packing today. I've decided to take my iMac, is this slightly weird? Yes. But my parents (God Bless their simple souls) have their computer in the dining area, and it's a decrepit Dell. If I want to get anything done, I will need a quiet space where my mother is less likely to chat to me about Jesus, the weather, or the state of her bowels. So the iMac is a must. I'm not looking forward to the trip down, driving for 6 hours is never truly a pleasure. But it is some time alone, and a good time to catch-up on my music listening. Maybe I should download an audiobook or something.
I also went in to university and attended my tutorial. On the way home, I straggled onto the bus (my legs are still sore from a workout a few days ago), and sat towards the back. The guy sitting across from me with his girlfriend, had really bad acne. In that moment I could nearly feel his agony. The tense, red inflamed skin, I flinched and was almost overwhelmed with empathy. I think sometimes life throws you these powerful images just to remind you of the denser, more complex array of pixels that underlies it.