Today the pimple that was a red blotch on the end of my nose yesterday (goddamn, it looks fucking ridiculous!) has become what I can only define as a new appendage. I fear that it will soon grow its own intelligence, but hopefully if it does, it will grow tired of my poking and prodding and will leave my face to find its way into the world. I’m going to start calling it “Harold.” I don’t know why, I just am.
It hurts a lot, and I wish it would go the fuck away. I feel like John Merreck, and I’m ready to put a burlap sack over my head. “I am not an animal, I am a human being!” I’ll shout to passersby.
I need to get something to eat. I’m losing it.
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