Zit

I felt it coming. It was the mother of all zits. Right smack in the middle of my cheek. It's been there for days now, taunting me, drawing attention from coworkers, preventing me from enjoying everyday pleasures such as direct light and creative writing. Yes, it's that bad. What am I, in 9th grade again? It's a horrible unpoppable mound of a zit. Someone was having fun with bubble wrap yesterday. I was like, you bastard.