The price of self-abuse

Today I was given a diagnosis of that thing on my face. It's an "angry zit," probably caused by my overenthusiastic application of anti-acne cream. Let that be a lesson to those of you going overboard with the antibacterial soap. The zit is supposed to go away if I leave it alone, and that strategy seems to have worked with the awful grinding noise the toilet in my new apartment was making every time I flushed, so I'm going to try it. That concludes the obligatory personal health-n-hygiene portion of this blog. Be thankful I was able to make my quota without any mention of my digestive system.