I shouldn’t even be starting a piece. I have to be somewhere in an hour and I tend to lose track of time when I’m writing these. So I’m going to write briefly about something I don’t want to tell you about:
The boil on my face.
Sometime in late May I developed what I thought was a giant zit on my face. It wouldn’t go away, so I finally went to urgent care…
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