I succumbed to eating some birthday party ice cream yesterday, and now I have one of those ungodly underneath-the-skin chin pimples. It's the first cystic pimple I've had in well over a year. It could have been the ice cream, or the extreme stress of hydroplaning on the slick highway yesterday. I also have a tiny spider-bite on my tummy, which, unfortunately, when I went to scratch it at work, probably looked like I was scratching my lady bits. I'm making a fine impression, to be sure.