>My return to school has brought with it the return of my skin problems of yore. I trimmed my 'stache a bit, only to find a potentially mountainous zit hiding under the thin fringe. A quick glance at my cheek or under my nose reveals that the zits are sort of hovering under the surface, waiting for me to make one false move, then BAM! Massive breakouts will ensue.

It would be nice if I could stop stressing about the election, the economy, and the world at large. Also, I'd like to stop second guessing my decision to go back to school in the first place. For the most part, I'm learning a lot and meeting some interesting people. Still, I couldn't help but wonder if I'm just throwing money away, especially when I read Jennifer Wiener's advice to aspiring writers. (Granted, I've only read one of her books - Good in Bed - but I liked it a lot.) She just makes a lot of sense to me.

OK, deep breaths. I went out last night with a few of my classmates, which was fun. No one seemed to think I am a fucktard, so that is encouraging. Tonight I am giving a short presentation in my lit class on Edwidge Danticat, as well as handing in my first literary critique since I wrote a paper about all the menstruation symbolism in Jane Eyre in the fall of 1995. Fingers crossed, and I'm off to wash my face.