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 I went to the doctor today to get a lump under my chin checked out. It turns out that it’s an infected and swollen salivary gland. Also, my doctor thinks my "cold sore(s)" aren’t actually cold sores at all but Infantigo (although it could have started out as a cold sore, Doc says). He prescribed me 100mg of Doxycycline (an antibiotic) that should help my swollen gland and also with the Infantigo. It’s a two-for-one special! Plus, the prescription was only four bucks. Score. If the lump doesn’t go away in ten days (the allotted period of time to take the medication) or if it gets worse and is accompanied by a fever, I have to go in right away as it could have developed a stone or obstruction. I hope it doesn’t come to that.

My mom had the idea of going out to eat at one of the Mexican restaurants in town for dinner. Why does she have to torture me so! Mexican food is one of my favorite things in life (I’m barely exaggerating) but I really don’t want to go out in public when I have a nasty, red skin disease on my face. Oh, what terrible problems I have! (Sarcasm.)

I added a bunch of Tim Roth movies to my Netflix queue. This always happens to me. I discover or re-discover an actor that tickles my fancy and I become obsessed with them for about a month where I gobble up anything I can that features them (movies they’re in, interviews of them on talk shows, pictures on Google Image or Pinterest, etc.). I’ve been doing this since I went through puberty and noticed that the opposite sex is kind of nice to look at. I don’t become intolerable or creepy while in the throes of these mini-obsessions mostly because I keep them to myself. They’re just a personal little pleasure of mine. 

The weather is peculiar right now. If I stare really intently at the fog, it looks almost like smoke drifting downward. I haven’t seen anything like it before. Kinda cool.