First impressions

Upon waking up Saturday, I discovered a huge zit on my face, that had a nice red, angry look to it. So much for looking beautiful. My concealer did nothing to conceal it, and so I felt like a freshman in high school again. Why couldn't it have come on Sunday, after he left? I think that acne is really the result of an evil little fairy that sprinkles acne dust on you at night when you sleep, but only at important times. At least it wasn't on my nose. Combine that with my sleep deprivation, and moodiness at his being gone, and maybe a broom, people would think I was the Wicked Witch of the West. Yes, Dorothy, there IS no place like home. When I get there, I'll sleep for a week. :P