Ah, that was a lovely bath.

I don't take baths very often, though I love them. Mainly because I have to scrub the tub beforehand, no matter how clean it might already be, and I usually don't have the time to scrub and bathe.

This morning I woke up very stiff, having slept oddly contortioned. Every joint in my body protested the act of moving and flexing, and I knew the only thing that would help was a nice, hot, epsom salt bath.

(TOO MUCH INFORMATION ALERT)

I'm also on the second day of my period, and the first day is usually characterized by acutely aching legs and that oh so fun bloated, water-logged feeling, no doubt magnified by the fact I'm about two weeks late. I'm sure that contributed to my discomfort this morning, though I did manage to get a good night's sleep. Again, time for a nice, long bath.

So, after waking up a little after eight and getting on the computer for about twenty minutes, I decided on the bath and proceed to scrub the tub within an inch of its life. Turned out very nicely (it really needed a good scrubbing), then I filled up the tub with hot water, epsom salts and myself. For forty-five minutes I sat, reading and soaking and pruning up, radio playing in the background, occasionally refreshing the cooling water with hot water.

So now I sit here, with damp hair and flannel jammies (it's too cold to type nekkid), considerably refreshed. I'm still aching a little, and I could sure use a good six hour massage, but, all in all, a very lovely bath.

In all fairness, I'm linking the second Sweeney Todd review.

Oy. I'm getting the feeling she didn't like it much. Too bad, it sounds like a great production from the green room.

Well, I'll be sitting in the audience on Wednesday night, so I'll have to judge for myself.

I realized that I never mentioned the outcomes of several crushes and events that I've mentioned previously. I don't know if anyone is really interested, but I figured it might be best to provide some closure.

D.: Despite a promising beginning, it just kind of petered out. He was transferred to another store and I moved to the corporate building, so we haven't run into one another. I did go to his new store a couple of times, but he wasn't working, so I didn't see him. Oh well, ce la vie.

R. (towards the end of the entry): A few times he came back to The 70s Show to help us out and my feelings for him came back very strongly each time, that is until a comment made by him in jest totally turned me off.

I was talking to his roommate Alex, who was also helping us out, and somehow the conversation got around to people wearing furs. He mentioned the advertising campaign which featured super-models saying they'd rather be naked than wear fur. I responded that I felt the same way, to which R. responded with a very loud, "Eeewww!!!" I could tell by the look on his face that he was just kidding, engaging in the good-natured we usually participated in, but it really hurt me. So I decided, fine, if that's how he feels, I'm just not going to do this anymore.

I also mentioned in December that my personal life had taken a sharp turn. Well, I still can't talk about it, and I don't think I ever will, but things have settled down and I am no longer confused. Much talking and clearing up was involved, but everything is ok.

Fox is going to show an hour version of "Who Wants To Marry a Multi-Millionaire" on Tuesday. I'm in trouble now. Normally I work on 3rd Rock on Tuesday nights, but it's not taping this Tuesday. So I'll be home. Alone. With no one to stop me from watching. I think I just might.

Could someone come and steal my TV for just that one day? Please?

Tune into...

An experiment in facial hair.