frustration: it's all the fault of bears

So I had a zit on my face. Under my bottom lip, off-center, like a demented beauty mark. And it popped. And now it's red and triple the goddamn size of the original zit. It looks horrible. I have done everything possible to get rid of it and it's not getting any smaller.

Am seriously considering blow torch.

Focusing on rage at stupid zit is easier than raging on fic (because that's not as helpful, *snort*).

Dear Self:

Remember how you wanted this to just be 4000 words? Now you're at 6000 and you were just supposed to write an R rated sex scene. I suspect you are about to hit NC-17, young missy.

Also, do not, under any circumstances, endanger the Metallcar.

Less talking, more doing, especially of Faith & Dean.

Sincerely Yours,

Reg