My most recent Facebook status update went like this:

Megan Tynan's giant zit has a feeling of permanence, a sense that it was built
to last the ages. Finally, I'm responsible for a great work that will live after
me, a monolith that people will look to and say, "There. That oil-filled pustule
is a reminder from our ancestors that we stand on the shoulders of giants and
that we should not exfoliate more than once a week." Now I can die happy.

And it's true. My zit is Ozymandias, king of kings. Look on its work, ye mighty, and despair. To make matters worse, it's just to the left of my nose, rather than squarely placed on the tip, meaning that I can't even use it for a little well-timed Christmas/Rudolph humor.