Day 27: feeling flaky.

I think I may have mentioned a little while ago that since my not drinking, my skin has been freaking out. First it was an outpouring of zitterly love. Then I decided to do something about it and applied what I have discovered to be quite an aggressive zit-zap serum. Now my face is flaking off. Like majorly. What I am hoping is that this latest convulsion of ugliness is the chrysalis-shedding moment before the butterfly angel skin flutters prettily into the light. Kind of like from moonscape, to cracked desert surface, to lush, paradise-like oasis. Or maybe I'm just delusional. Considering how my face looks right now, that's probably for the best.