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It's the eve of a three-day weekend, and my mind has gently slipped to an all-time low, along with my body. My head aches, my entire respiratory tract feels coated with glue, and my back and upper body are sore. Anything and everything irritates me, and it's nowhere near my cycle. My day was fraught with misunderstandings, and my voice has almost completely given out, as well as my confidence in it. My eyes droop and my averages are slipping. I'm no good at anything I came here for.
I'm dropped off at home after opting out of sparring in my karate instruction, and I'm told to cook my own dinner (never having been in charge of a steak before). It's overdone, and gets cold by the tenth bite. The gristle nauseates me. The grease spills all over me. I'm tired of it.
I drift into my room and pick up some matches and two or three candles. Already I feel better (ahhh, potential fiiiire). I amble aimlessly into the master bathroom, with its elegant four marble steps down into a sunken bath, walled above ground level by glass block. The soaps, salts, and gels stacked on the rim of the glass wall attract my notice, and I make a weary decision.
Luxury is a steaming soak with passionfruit foam, citrus shampoo and mint and lavender body wash, with a sumptuously fluffy towel after. I love smells. I've decided what the smells are that will symbolize me: citrus, magnolia, mint, passionfruit, fire, and lavender, in descending order of precedence. Tell me, Catians, what are yours? I know Ally has rose and cinnamon, but what else? I'm sure mint will be on everyone's list.
I'm dropped off at home after opting out of sparring in my karate instruction, and I'm told to cook my own dinner (never having been in charge of a steak before). It's overdone, and gets cold by the tenth bite. The gristle nauseates me. The grease spills all over me. I'm tired of it.
I drift into my room and pick up some matches and two or three candles. Already I feel better (ahhh, potential fiiiire). I amble aimlessly into the master bathroom, with its elegant four marble steps down into a sunken bath, walled above ground level by glass block. The soaps, salts, and gels stacked on the rim of the glass wall attract my notice, and I make a weary decision.
Luxury is a steaming soak with passionfruit foam, citrus shampoo and mint and lavender body wash, with a sumptuously fluffy towel after. I love smells. I've decided what the smells are that will symbolize me: citrus, magnolia, mint, passionfruit, fire, and lavender, in descending order of precedence. Tell me, Catians, what are yours? I know Ally has rose and cinnamon, but what else? I'm sure mint will be on everyone's list.
