Shoot. I'm out of time. I think I got vessel. Here's the rest. My skin needs to be exfoliated. Daily. Weekly. Once a month, it depends on my stress level, my menstrual cycle, where I am. I was camping, for four days. A getaway with only cold showers and a 5 gallon water container. No warm shower every morning, no counter topped with lotions and cleansers, reminding me to clean. It was a glorious vacation, but camping is not the best environment for keeping my acne-prone skin clear of juicy pimples. I pick at them, subconsciously, once they appear. No amount of excoriation by my boyfriend can keep my hands from wandering, searching, pushing, and pinching. Obviously, if I learned to keep my hands away from my face, it would obviate the large red scabs turned scars, but it is no use. The only thing I can do is keep my skin clean so they don't appear. Once they are there, they are picked. ... Missive. :P