seshat's blog post - Blues about reds

On workdays I usually catch one of two buses, according to how speedy my preparations are in the morning. Today I didn't just take the bus after the later one of the two, I took the bus following that one. I'm pretty sûre I'll arrive late at work. But what really annoys me is the reason why I left the house so late: my skin. You see, have been batting acne ever since my early teens. Despite several treatment by a dermatologost. And even at 30, my skin apparently doesn't realize I'm way past puberty already.
So preparation this morning was spent for the most part on (not so successful) attempts to camouflage an assortment of angry-looking reds spots. (for shame, I have a bad habit of tampering with my zits, which only aggravates the situation).

Burqas sound pretty appealing right now that or burying my head in the ground. Thanks you Mom, but I could have done without that particular part of your genes