The Best Laid Plans

What's that saying again, "If you want to make God laugh tell him your plans"?

3 days after I was set to begin Accutane I found myself alone, with a dead blackberry, in a hotel room far from home. Pill-less. And 2 days off my daily dose of antibiotics .

Instead of trying my new prescription on for size I was deciding between washing my face with water or a paper wrapped bar of soap with a cartoon bear on the wrapper.
Will it make me break out? Unclear.

3 days of work for me would have me:
A. More stressed than I've been in months
B. on TV doing live shots for other stations in other big cities- LA, Sacramento, and Dallas.
C. on a diet consisting mostly soda and a Pizza Hut delivery.

This isn't exactly the equation for skin-so-good it belongs in an Aveeno ad.

Work took me straight from the station to Killean Texas on assignment.
4 Hours NorthWest of Houston.

News broke there, so off I went. No time to plan my acne regiment for the next 3 days let alone how I was gonna score a clean pair of underpants.