I just took a lovely, lavish bath with bubbles and salts...
I am now all sleepy and lethargic feeling...
I worked at Marilyn's this morning which was quite uneventful...
All I did was read hotel du lac by Anita Brookner...
"Her own appetite was gone, quite gone. It hardly mattered what she ate these days, since she no longer mattered to herself. But those lovely meals that she had cooked for David, those heroic fry-ups, those blow-outs that he always semed to require when they eventually got out of bed, at such awkward times, after midnigt, sometimes, leaving it till the last minute before he raced back to Holland Park through the silent streets. 'I never get this stuff at home,' he would say lovingly, spearing a chip and inserting it into the yolk of a fried egg..."
I actually realy enjoyed the novel and am re reading it for my ENGL 3936 exam on the 19th...
Tonight I have no plans, other than to curl up with some cocoa, and read till I fall asleep...
Care to join...?