September sucked. It just sucked. September and October are, by default, the hardest months in the desert. The rest of the world is buying sweaters and thick socks and taking deep breaths full of crisp brown leaves and the first fires. We’re still using air conditioning and wearing flip flops. It’s vile. Add to that some truly extraordinary workplace bullshit and sad family stuff and stupid medical issues and it’s really amounted to a lame month. The least of my concerns was the largest zit that I’ve had in probably two years, gracing my nose like a fungating tumor. October had better pull its shit together, because I don’t like whiners, especially when I am the whiner.
In the meantime, I will continue to slather myself in sheet masks and tequila and lust after my latest exorbitantly expensive obsession. As they say, this too shall pass.